RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
”It runs too fast for it to freeze, I think,” Ronin says of the river, though similarly to his husband, he’s not all that interested. They are close enough that, dream or no dream, the Star is consumed by Remi, his hands gliding down the backs of his thighs, tempted to press him closer still. He resists though, however difficult it might be, mainly because what the other man has to say next feels important. Grinning, Ronin tilts his head, considering his point about Stormbreak. ”Only one way to find out, I suppose,” he whispers.
He’s expecting him to say as much about being Governor; they have spoken about it previously, and things are rapidly becoming more complicated. ”More exploring? Or more being chewed on by tigers?” he asks, leaning up to steal a gentle kiss from his lips. ”Then you are done being governor. Who will you put in charge?”
He’s expecting him to say as much about being Governor; they have spoken about it previously, and things are rapidly becoming more complicated. ”More exploring? Or more being chewed on by tigers?” he asks, leaning up to steal a gentle kiss from his lips. ”Then you are done being governor. Who will you put in charge?”
show me your darkness.
