RONIN
the supernova
Slorping the last of his cocktail up through his straw and regarding his husband whilst leaning back on one elbow, he wonders, for a moment, how the Lullaby can ever think that he's not enough. As if Ronin could ever look elsewhere, when there's his own version of perfect reclining in the sand just inches away. And he's offering the chance to cool off in the deeper water.
"Mmmm," the Supernova replies, setting his empty cup down and leaning in to sneak a fruity-flavoured kiss to his husband's lips. "That sounds perfect," he whispers, before rolling to his feet and stretching mightily. The sand is almost too hot under his feet as he strolls down towards the shoreline, and if there's already a glitter of scales on his bare skin as he enters the water, so be it.
Monsters ahoy.
~FIN
"Mmmm," the Supernova replies, setting his empty cup down and leaning in to sneak a fruity-flavoured kiss to his husband's lips. "That sounds perfect," he whispers, before rolling to his feet and stretching mightily. The sand is almost too hot under his feet as he strolls down towards the shoreline, and if there's already a glitter of scales on his bare skin as he enters the water, so be it.
Monsters ahoy.
~FIN
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
