RONIN
the darkstar
"Hey." Ronin's smile is just as boyish, and he melts into the kiss Remi presses to his lips as though he's breathing new life into him. Here in their dreams he can let his arms slide up and beneath his husband's shirt, roaming over his back to hold him close while his tongue writes the rest of his greeting in generous arcs against the Lullaby's. "Gods, I love you," he whispers when they finally part, scattering kisses over his cheeks and forehead and curls.
"This is more like it." He means, of course, the scene around them; the sunlight feels warm against his arms as it streams into their cave, and outside... well, it's whatever the fuck they want, since he has no idea what the Draig actually looks like out there. For Ronin it doesn't really matter, honestly - he's greedily looking over his one and only, like he can remember him like this forever.
"You were incredible back there," he's able to say at last. "I've never seen you move like that."
"This is more like it." He means, of course, the scene around them; the sunlight feels warm against his arms as it streams into their cave, and outside... well, it's whatever the fuck they want, since he has no idea what the Draig actually looks like out there. For Ronin it doesn't really matter, honestly - he's greedily looking over his one and only, like he can remember him like this forever.
"You were incredible back there," he's able to say at last. "I've never seen you move like that."
