RONIN
THE DARK STAR
He knows. Ronin wishes Remi didn't have to know, and his apology goes unsaid in the way a brief ray of sunshine fills the field with warmth and light, before the clouds overtake everything once more. Closing his eyes, it's with a low hum of appreciation that Ronin accepts the touches, and he reaches up to gently capture one of Remi's hands that he might press a kiss against the inside of his wrist. "I wish I could feel differently," he mumbles.
Eyes flickering back open, he focuses on his husband and lets out a sigh. "She gave me those flowers, if you remember. But she said the point was for me to control my emotions, to stop myself from giving in. And I didn't do that with all of them... If I had, I would be able to project further, I think." He shrugs his shoulders. "Then again, Safrin also said it was good to give in sometimes, so..." That didn't make much sense.
"Granted, that was the day I refused her and she took all of my abilities away, so it probably wasn't the best time to do something like that."
Eyes flickering back open, he focuses on his husband and lets out a sigh. "She gave me those flowers, if you remember. But she said the point was for me to control my emotions, to stop myself from giving in. And I didn't do that with all of them... If I had, I would be able to project further, I think." He shrugs his shoulders. "Then again, Safrin also said it was good to give in sometimes, so..." That didn't make much sense.
"Granted, that was the day I refused her and she took all of my abilities away, so it probably wasn't the best time to do something like that."
now don’t you lose hope
I swear I never dream that we’re alone
I swear I still believe but I don’t know
