you may not want to change
but the world is unforgiving and will do it for you anyway
but the world is unforgiving and will do it for you anyway
Frowning, both in empathy for his husband and at the realisation that there very well already could be a contingency plan, Ronin sinks into their kiss and smiles as the storm rolls in, blanketing them in a warm and comforting sort of darkness. He does blink in surprise to feel Remi shifting - literally - in his arms, able to roll onto his back just as the raccoon starts to fidget with his uniform. He huffs out a surprised laugh, reaching out to scritch the scruff of Remi's neck.
"I had as well. I remember all the trouble you used to get into as a raccoon. Remember when Sugar assumed you were a rival and you had to run along the beams of the guildhall?" He tucks his arms behind his head, watching as the stars lazily rearrange themselves into the guildhall in question; into a giant dick made out of snow; into feathers and antlers and the boat where they live.
"Do you want to wake up now?" he asks softly. "Or shall we stay a little longer?"
"I had as well. I remember all the trouble you used to get into as a raccoon. Remember when Sugar assumed you were a rival and you had to run along the beams of the guildhall?" He tucks his arms behind his head, watching as the stars lazily rearrange themselves into the guildhall in question; into a giant dick made out of snow; into feathers and antlers and the boat where they live.
"Do you want to wake up now?" he asks softly. "Or shall we stay a little longer?"
RONIN
