RONIN
the darkstar
"Oh, come now. I didn't do all of this to make you cry," Ronin says in a voice made equally as tight with emotion as he spots his husband strolling through the trees. He'd managed to wait very patiently if he does say so himself, the Huntsman inhaling deeply and letting it out again as if he might be able to sigh out all of the feelings that attempt to clog his throat.
Clearing his throat, he steps off the nimbus that he might go to meet the other man - it isn't precisely as he had planned it, but hey, they might as well walk each other down the aisle if they're going to do this again. "You are a sight for sore eyes," he says warmly as he reaches Remi, his hands smoothing against the lapels of his suit.
For Ronin's part, there are no flowers pinned to his braces either, but rather a burst of soft, downy feathers from a certain pale hawk. "You look incredible," he adds, as if the other man might not have gotten that much, before he gestures to himself. "Look. Not a buckle to be seen."
Clearing his throat, he steps off the nimbus that he might go to meet the other man - it isn't precisely as he had planned it, but hey, they might as well walk each other down the aisle if they're going to do this again. "You are a sight for sore eyes," he says warmly as he reaches Remi, his hands smoothing against the lapels of his suit.
For Ronin's part, there are no flowers pinned to his braces either, but rather a burst of soft, downy feathers from a certain pale hawk. "You look incredible," he adds, as if the other man might not have gotten that much, before he gestures to himself. "Look. Not a buckle to be seen."
