RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Shifting enough to let Remi take the hit of liquor that he needs - because the gods know he understands that feeling - Ronin squeezes his husband's hand atop his knee, before clasping it and bringing it to his waiting lips. "You are irresistible to me when you're like this, you know," he whispers against his knuckles. A perfect balance between softness and steel, like a blade wrapped in silk, moments like this remind the Supernova of the fragile heart that still beats in a body made strong by hardship and necessity.
"I told him that he is free to write me," he says of Sunjata. "So not friends, exactly. Just... an open door, for now." Pressing a second kiss against the Lullaby's fingers, Ronin only releases his hand at last so he might reach out and tilt Remi's chin towards him. "You will still come first, though," he murmurs. "Always, even if you are a bit grumpy." Smiling, he leans in to brush his nose against the other man's.
"Besides," he adds, "you have to deal with my moods whenever Hotaru walks by. I'd be a hypocrite not to let you feel how you feel."
"I told him that he is free to write me," he says of Sunjata. "So not friends, exactly. Just... an open door, for now." Pressing a second kiss against the Lullaby's fingers, Ronin only releases his hand at last so he might reach out and tilt Remi's chin towards him. "You will still come first, though," he murmurs. "Always, even if you are a bit grumpy." Smiling, he leans in to brush his nose against the other man's.
"Besides," he adds, "you have to deal with my moods whenever Hotaru walks by. I'd be a hypocrite not to let you feel how you feel."
show me your darkness.
