RONIN
the darkstar
I love you too, Ronin whispers back into his husband's mind, and now it's his turn to ferry them along, though it's much less easy going than when there were tentacles to help. No matter, though; it's a task the Nova takes on without complaint. And I know you hate it up there. I do think Mateo visits Torchline more than Flora visits Stormbreak, though, so this makes sense. And besides, he continues, smirking a kiss against the side of Remi's neck, I think we should be the ones travelling to them, no matter where we live. It's about time.
Falling to a bobbing halt just outside the bubblestream, the Lullaby will be able to feel the tension that roils and pinches against Ronin's spine. Never has anywhere they've lived felt more like home than the Cordillera, and to have to abandon it has his chest feeling uncharacteristically tight, manta crystal or not. I will miss it, he says softly into the other man's head.
But as long as it's you and me, I'm sure I'll manage.
Falling to a bobbing halt just outside the bubblestream, the Lullaby will be able to feel the tension that roils and pinches against Ronin's spine. Never has anywhere they've lived felt more like home than the Cordillera, and to have to abandon it has his chest feeling uncharacteristically tight, manta crystal or not. I will miss it, he says softly into the other man's head.
But as long as it's you and me, I'm sure I'll manage.
