I will fight the end
What a shame that, for all of their combined strength and Attuned shifts, neither man is equipped to sense things beneath the water. So it is that Ronin, oblivious to the descending swarm, continues to amuse himself finding a rock to bust open a chest that absolutely must have treasures in it. If it doesn't, the Star is going to complain to whatever authority there is on shipwrecks. That seems like a lifetime ago, he remarks to his husband, grinning and straightening up with a hefty stone in hand, having drifted close enough to Remi to slip an arm around his waist.
Perhaps we ought to set up a date to do something similar? I have no doubt there must be seedy little art studios in the Silk Houses, or theatres or whatnot. Honestly, Ronin quite fancies seeing his husband wearing little more than glitter and eyeliner as well. You can be the model. I'll paint you.
Perhaps we ought to set up a date to do something similar? I have no doubt there must be seedy little art studios in the Silk Houses, or theatres or whatnot. Honestly, Ronin quite fancies seeing his husband wearing little more than glitter and eyeliner as well. You can be the model. I'll paint you.
'til the end is here
