an eye for an eye; a tooth for a tooth
a knife for the ribs
a knife for the ribs
"And you'll never know how much that means to me." Seizing the familiar warmth and calloused touch of his husband's hand, Ronin steps onto the houseboat and into a waiting embrace. The Nova's lips are against Remi's before he can consider doing anything else, his kiss slow and greedy and all consuming, his arms possessive, his touch desperate.
Against bare flesh the Lullaby will be able to glean much more than with mere words; he'll feel the sting of what feels almost like a break-up, but not - an ending, nonetheless; he'll feel the needle-like spines of jealousy coated in thin strands of something akin to relief; he'll feel love, marrow deep and complete, for the man Ronin has come home to.
"She treated me like a stranger," he mumbles against Remi's lips, and though it's a difficult admission, the Nova knows his husband will feel in it a sense of victory.
Against bare flesh the Lullaby will be able to glean much more than with mere words; he'll feel the sting of what feels almost like a break-up, but not - an ending, nonetheless; he'll feel the needle-like spines of jealousy coated in thin strands of something akin to relief; he'll feel love, marrow deep and complete, for the man Ronin has come home to.
"She treated me like a stranger," he mumbles against Remi's lips, and though it's a difficult admission, the Nova knows his husband will feel in it a sense of victory.
RONIN
