the things we hold are always the first to go
”Why else would you blindfold me?” Ronin says with a grin, tucking his arms behind his head and stretching out comfortably on the blankets. He raises a brow under the fabric around his eyes, though Remi probably won’t see - it doesn’t explain, either way, how this isn’t about him. (Not that he knows his husband is talking to his... penis...)
Mumbling an affirmation despite having no idea what’s happening, the Star nonetheless fidgets as something incredibly sticky is smeared over his chest. ”Remi,” he begins, trying not to laugh at the layers of frankly weird and excessive decoration(?). ”What in the gods’ names are you doing?” Scrunching up his nose, he instinctively tries to wiggle off the edge of the bed, like he can escape.
Mumbling an affirmation despite having no idea what’s happening, the Star nonetheless fidgets as something incredibly sticky is smeared over his chest. ”Remi,” he begins, trying not to laugh at the layers of frankly weird and excessive decoration(?). ”What in the gods’ names are you doing?” Scrunching up his nose, he instinctively tries to wiggle off the edge of the bed, like he can escape.
