RONIN
THE SUPERNOVA
"It is a letter from you, to you. About something I know you cared very deeply about," Ronin points out with a gentle smile. "How could I be angry?" The implication being, of course, that if the letter had come from Isla directly, there might be a very different conversation happening. (No conversation at all, in truth, because Ronin would be finding a dragon to feed the letter to).
Folding the paper and tucking it back into Remi's pocket, the Supernova tugs at his husband's hand so he can wrap him up in the sort of embrace reserved for long-awaited reunions and hard-won battles. "While we're out here alone, I think I can handle it," he murmurs into the other man's curls. "As long as you don't decide to skip off right now to find that serum. I might have something to say about that." And a flare of something fiery and possessive does light up in Ronin's emotions at the prospect.
Folding the paper and tucking it back into Remi's pocket, the Supernova tugs at his husband's hand so he can wrap him up in the sort of embrace reserved for long-awaited reunions and hard-won battles. "While we're out here alone, I think I can handle it," he murmurs into the other man's curls. "As long as you don't decide to skip off right now to find that serum. I might have something to say about that." And a flare of something fiery and possessive does light up in Ronin's emotions at the prospect.
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
