RONIN
"...Where is this coming from?" Ronin whispers into the minimal space between them, something soft and desperately sad in his blue eyes, his hand coming up to rest against his husband's cheek. "And why should that matter? I just told you, if you die, I won't be long behind." And it won't take long, regardless of whatever his immortality clause says. Ronin happens to be able to provide his own means of suicide, if it comes to it.
"Neither of us are going anywhere," he says, though it's more to reconfirm it to himself than anything else, Ronin resting his forehead against the Lullaby's as if to try and seek out his light in the sudden stormy seas of his own emotions.
"Neither of us are going anywhere," he says, though it's more to reconfirm it to himself than anything else, Ronin resting his forehead against the Lullaby's as if to try and seek out his light in the sudden stormy seas of his own emotions.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
