we live in a world someone else imagined
Ronin leans his head against Remi’s, following his gaze to the piles of clothes and letting his fingers dance down the length of his husband’s spine. He relishes the heat that kindles between them, warming away the chill from the sea and the storm, and he shrugs his shoulders. ”You’re the governor, you get to decide,” he reasons. ”Besides, I reckon in a couple hours the tide will take them away. I’m willing to lose a coat if it means not letting you go.”
As long as Remi has no other objections, Ronin will urge the nimbus up and away from the shoreline. His emotions are calming, settling a little more as they leave the choppy waves behind, though his heartbeat still stutters at the sight of home in the distance. A reminder that Seren is gone. ”It’s just us again,” he murmurs.
As long as Remi has no other objections, Ronin will urge the nimbus up and away from the shoreline. His emotions are calming, settling a little more as they leave the choppy waves behind, though his heartbeat still stutters at the sight of home in the distance. A reminder that Seren is gone. ”It’s just us again,” he murmurs.
the dark star
