RONIN
the darkstar
"Mm, and who said you were the captor?" Ronin murmurs with a smile against Remi's lips, dutifully leaning in - and accepting the damp nuzzling against his cheek. "Regardless, it's only you for me. That's as true now as it was on the night we first married. And I'm not concussed now, so you can't possibly find fault in it." Turning his head to kiss his cheek, Ronin draws back only to clasp his husband's hand between both of his own, braid included.
"Now, might I borrow one of your wickedly sharp talons, so we can agree that we're each other's for always?" He grins, nodding to the crimson thread. "And after that, there might be a little box of fireworks back down on the banks. Once that make specific shapes when they're lit up."
"Now, might I borrow one of your wickedly sharp talons, so we can agree that we're each other's for always?" He grins, nodding to the crimson thread. "And after that, there might be a little box of fireworks back down on the banks. Once that make specific shapes when they're lit up."
