RONIN
THE SUPERNOVA
Torn between wanting to lock Remi in a tower somewhere and knowing with heartbreaking clarity that the man who had forgotten Isla would be begging for him to do the right thing, Ronin is equally as relieved as feathered wings come to shroud them from view. "Ew," he mumbles pointedly, not wanting to think about a letter arriving sticky for any reason. While his fingers draw soft patterns along Remi's back and stroke at the softest feathers near where his wings sprout from his shoulder blades, the Supernova grumbles his reluctance against his husband's shirt.
"This is a part of you that's been missing, whether you like the idea or not," he says gently, pulling back enough to look at Remi properly. "And you've lost so much in your life, memories and otherwise. To get some of it back, even in this capacity... I can't let you give up that opportunity." He leans in to kiss the Lullaby's forehead. "It doesn't change what you've done and the man you've become since then. You aren't going to lose any more of yourself, by gaining this."
"This is a part of you that's been missing, whether you like the idea or not," he says gently, pulling back enough to look at Remi properly. "And you've lost so much in your life, memories and otherwise. To get some of it back, even in this capacity... I can't let you give up that opportunity." He leans in to kiss the Lullaby's forehead. "It doesn't change what you've done and the man you've become since then. You aren't going to lose any more of yourself, by gaining this."
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
