the things we hold are always the first to go
Ronin's smile is slow and indulgent against Remi's neck, the Nova melting against the other man's grip and letting his own arms twine around him in turn. "I missed you too," he hums, relishing the golden tone of Remi's emotions and finding them warmer than any Flowerbirth sunshine. He doesn't want to slip back into sleep, but that doesn't necessarily mean he wants to be properly awake either. This is enough, for now. It's always been enough.
"Could I interest you in our first coffee of the year?" he asks, letting his fingers spread along Remi's lower back. He doesn't plan to move away from the Lullaby of course - his projection is already stretching and cracking his back across the room - but there's no reason for them to go without. "Oh." Furrowing his brow, the same projection gazes down at his wrist, noticing the glowing, starlit beads. "That's brand new, right? Definitely hasn't been happening this whole time?"
"Could I interest you in our first coffee of the year?" he asks, letting his fingers spread along Remi's lower back. He doesn't plan to move away from the Lullaby of course - his projection is already stretching and cracking his back across the room - but there's no reason for them to go without. "Oh." Furrowing his brow, the same projection gazes down at his wrist, noticing the glowing, starlit beads. "That's brand new, right? Definitely hasn't been happening this whole time?"
