I swear I still believe but I don't know
"Remi," Ronin mumbles, the words soft and warm and not at all the usually decadent rumble of a man who knows how to talk down his monstrous husband from the brink. Propped against the other man's chest like a marionette with broken strings, he just about manages to press cool, clammy fingers over the Lullaby's heart, his head lolling on his shoulder. "I know you do."
Closing his eyes against the wave of dizziness that comes with being adjusted out of the doorway, Ronin huffs out something close enough to a laugh that he hopes it counts. "Too early for an audience," he says of the rest of Torchline, wincing against the cutting breeze that howls along the coast. (Monsoon season innit).
"Except you, obviously," he adds, trying on a smile.
Closing his eyes against the wave of dizziness that comes with being adjusted out of the doorway, Ronin huffs out something close enough to a laugh that he hopes it counts. "Too early for an audience," he says of the rest of Torchline, wincing against the cutting breeze that howls along the coast. (Monsoon season innit).
"Except you, obviously," he adds, trying on a smile.
the supernova
