we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
It's no surprise that Remi's reassurance is everything to the Star, and he relaxes back in the armchair with his husband draped around him, relishing the warmth and weight of his presence even in a dream. "Mm, I'm pretty sure I decided it when I was sober. Dunno if that makes any difference in the long run."
Running his fingers along the length of Remi's spine, Ronin presses his cheek into the offered kiss, before nuzzling his curls. "Favours can be powerful things," he mumbles. "He can call on the people I would have been able to call on, for the things he needs. Maybe reshingling a roof keeps him warm this Deepfrost."
The Dragoons have him scrunching his nose, Ronin's touches becoming lazy circles. "Boring, so far. They train like the Storm Guard used to, but... it doesn't touch me, these days. I spend most of the day running circuits." No surprise he'd ended up in the Silk Houses.
Running his fingers along the length of Remi's spine, Ronin presses his cheek into the offered kiss, before nuzzling his curls. "Favours can be powerful things," he mumbles. "He can call on the people I would have been able to call on, for the things he needs. Maybe reshingling a roof keeps him warm this Deepfrost."
The Dragoons have him scrunching his nose, Ronin's touches becoming lazy circles. "Boring, so far. They train like the Storm Guard used to, but... it doesn't touch me, these days. I spend most of the day running circuits." No surprise he'd ended up in the Silk Houses.
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting