RONIN
THE SUPERNOVA
Landing softly outside the Tramezzino, Ronin is perturbed. Not by his meeting with Dorian - no, he's dangerously okay with all of that, and it will likely bite him in the ass at some point in the future - but by how serene the houseboat and surrounding area seems. It certainly doesn't look as though some weird void dragon has come rampaging overhead, put it that way.
Rolling his shoulders to shrug away his wings, he pads forward and up to the deck, looking around as if there might be some monster or another hiding in their fishpond or in one of the flowerbeds. Finding nothing, it's with furrowed brows that he clicks open the door, feeling butterflies take flight in his stomach at the mere sight of his husband, dishevelled, barefoot and stripped to the waist.
"Sorry I was gone," he murmurs, padding forward to catch Remi in a welcome home kiss.
Rolling his shoulders to shrug away his wings, he pads forward and up to the deck, looking around as if there might be some monster or another hiding in their fishpond or in one of the flowerbeds. Finding nothing, it's with furrowed brows that he clicks open the door, feeling butterflies take flight in his stomach at the mere sight of his husband, dishevelled, barefoot and stripped to the waist.
"Sorry I was gone," he murmurs, padding forward to catch Remi in a welcome home kiss.
now don’t you lose hope
I swear I never dream that we’re alone
I swear I still believe but I don’t know
