you're the waves at my feet

please just don't forget me Ronin is all ready to enjoy himself when in walks Sunjata to fucking ruin it. And the Flood isn’t even here. Drawing back, the Star raises a brow at his husband, a slow smile creeping over his face. ”Oh so you remember your little jaunt on the beach,” he murmurs, reaching out to carefully smooth wet curls out of Remi’s face. He leaves it perhaps a cruel amount of time before replying (serves the other man right for knocking his soul out), and he’s truly grinning by that point. ”Nearly,” he says. ”It was a very close call. I had to grab you off him like I was pulling a popsicle out of your mouth.” Ronin is giggling and he’s not sorry. ”You were saying something about drowning, and being on a raft, and being late for a wedding? I still don’t get it. But no... or at least, not a very satisfying one.”