we live in a world someone else imagined
That’s the beauty of it, at least - Ronin won’t, can’t lie to Remi, and reality is rarely as black or white as words can sometimes be. He climbs through the window after his husband, dismissing the nimbus and snagging a towel hanging conveniently on the floor (duh) so he can dry himself off and snag the Alchemist to rub at his curls before they collapse into bed.
”I...” It’s a false start, and Ronin makes himself wait until feelings and thoughts can properly form into words. Eventually he smiles, his hand slipping around the small of Remi’s back so he can press him close. ”I understand,” he whispers - and he does. The trepidation, the hesitance, the need to not be on purpose. Leaning in, he kisses the scruff of Remi’s cheek.
”I’m glad you told me,” I says. ”I think... I am just afraid, now. I’ve had two daughters, and I’ve lost them both. But...” But neither had been Remi’s flesh and blood. Neither had inherited his eyes, his dimples, his Cupid’s bow lips. ”...I would be a liar to say never.”
”I...” It’s a false start, and Ronin makes himself wait until feelings and thoughts can properly form into words. Eventually he smiles, his hand slipping around the small of Remi’s back so he can press him close. ”I understand,” he whispers - and he does. The trepidation, the hesitance, the need to not be on purpose. Leaning in, he kisses the scruff of Remi’s cheek.
”I’m glad you told me,” I says. ”I think... I am just afraid, now. I’ve had two daughters, and I’ve lost them both. But...” But neither had been Remi’s flesh and blood. Neither had inherited his eyes, his dimples, his Cupid’s bow lips. ”...I would be a liar to say never.”
the dark star
