RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Probably. We will stay to hang the lanterns and grab a snack, and then we can leave. Mateo is more interested in the rest of the swamp anyway. Ronin agrees, waiting for Remi to find a spot for his lantern before following suit with his own creation. Hanging it overhead, he steps back and slips an arm around his husband's waist, watching the soft glow emitting from overhead and letting out a sigh.
"Another year, another few gone," he murmurs, turning to press a gentle kiss against Remi's crown of curls. "You're still not rid of me, though." Perhaps he's making dark joke (given that he did die once) or maybe he's just trying to keep the Lullaby's attention on him. For Ronin's part, he's happy not to look around. These festivals feel more volatile than celebratory, these days.
Ronin has made a lantern forSeraphina <3
"Another year, another few gone," he murmurs, turning to press a gentle kiss against Remi's crown of curls. "You're still not rid of me, though." Perhaps he's making dark joke (given that he did die once) or maybe he's just trying to keep the Lullaby's attention on him. For Ronin's part, he's happy not to look around. These festivals feel more volatile than celebratory, these days.
Ronin has made a lantern for
show me your darkness.
