overdue for a revival

honey, you're familiar, like my mirror years ago

Having Vanya placed back where she belonged wouldn't soothe the wrong doing Safrin had done, but at least the Nova could shift through the lies told him without the weight and worry of how to fix it. And, charged with protection, Remi was boldly if not naively certain that he could protect them from whatever Safrin could throw at either he or Ronin now.

Releasing his hold of Ronin if only so that he could snake his hand between their bodies to ensure the Nova felt every ounce of pleasure he was owed, Remi's pace was beginning to border on hurried. I tried to bring a pastry back for you, from the— Though it was mentally said, still the Bastion had to pause; not for breath, but to let his mind find its way back to rationality from the growing flares of arousal radiating outward from his lower spine. —picnic Mort had.

It was an unintelligible thing to say without context, and though his mind was drifting farther and farther away, he realized it enough to whisper, "Gods, I only ever think of you," against the cleft of Ronin's shoulder.

innocence died screaming, honey, ask me i should know