RONIN
the darkstar
"I will, just give me a sec," Ronin says. Of course by the time he's sketched out his hopscotch grid their grave resting place (oh, so still grave) will already be completed, but they each have their own merits, he thinks. "Oh, I can't imagine why you would possibly do that," he says with a smirk, stepping back over to the Lullaby and shifting to sprawl out beside him on the cool sand, humming out a sigh of relief.
"I do believe it," he informs him with a crooked grin. "I also believe that you believe I can't. And that's okay, Remi. It's okay to be wrong, sometimes." Rollin onto his side, Ronin leans in for a salty sweet kiss against his husband's lips. "The only problem is I don't know if I can get up now."
"I do believe it," he informs him with a crooked grin. "I also believe that you believe I can't. And that's okay, Remi. It's okay to be wrong, sometimes." Rollin onto his side, Ronin leans in for a salty sweet kiss against his husband's lips. "The only problem is I don't know if I can get up now."
