RONIN
THE SUPERNOVA
About to point out that this is neither a yes or a no in the Isla conundrum, Ronin is quite cunningly silenced by the press of Remi's tongue and the silent roar of his emotions. Caught as if in a riptide he has no intention of escaping, it's with a shredded shirt and his lips locked against the Lullaby's that he dismisses his partial shift, plunging them into starlight and shadow.
Shifting back to lay on the blankets with his husband astride him, Ronin reaches up to carefully wipe the tears from Remi's cheeks, offering softer kisses in the moments where they need to breathe. "If that's the case," he finds himself whispering sweetly into the dark, "then what in the world are you worried about? Nothing comes close to what we have. Remember her - it's nothing compared to this."
Shifting back to lay on the blankets with his husband astride him, Ronin reaches up to carefully wipe the tears from Remi's cheeks, offering softer kisses in the moments where they need to breathe. "If that's the case," he finds himself whispering sweetly into the dark, "then what in the world are you worried about? Nothing comes close to what we have. Remember her - it's nothing compared to 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
