we live in a world someone else imagined
"Sugar, gerroff!" Ronin practically snarls as the dragon continues to nip at his toes and Remi's sing-song I love yous echo in his ears. She wisely gets out of the way of his flailing mule kick just as the Lullaby releases him, leaving him breathless and flushed (but also with freezing cold feet and bitten tootsies). Glaring, it's a Ronin with pink cheeks who is getting increasingly hot under the collar who sits up in Remi's lap, and he huffs out a mirthless laugh.
"Between my toes? I don't think so," he grumbles, narrowing his eyes. "You play dirtier tricks than I do," he informs him, before leaning down for a kiss that is sudden and heated and passionate as any the Huntsman has ever lavished upon his husband.
"Between my toes? I don't think so," he grumbles, narrowing his eyes. "You play dirtier tricks than I do," he informs him, before leaning down for a kiss that is sudden and heated and passionate as any the Huntsman has ever lavished upon his husband.
the dark star
