the dark star
"Ew, never," Ronin mumbles, his voice muffled against Remi's neck, his body immediately relaxing against the other man's. Happily corralled, the Huntsman exhales a brief huff of surprise as he tumbles down onto the bed; only at this point does he realise just how tense his muscles are, his eyes closing as if the task of keeping them open is too great.
"My arm, my leg. My everywhere," he says, only pretending at sounding pathetic but succeeding nonetheless. "Had to fly home - the skies are still cold at night," he adds as an afterthought, as if that should convince Remi to blanket him for the rest of the evening. "I missed you."
"My arm, my leg. My everywhere," he says, only pretending at sounding pathetic but succeeding nonetheless. "Had to fly home - the skies are still cold at night," he adds as an afterthought, as if that should convince Remi to blanket him for the rest of the evening. "I missed you."
a monster in my heart
a ghost inside my chest
a ghost inside my chest
RONIN
