RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"Try not to move too much, alright? I've got you."
Ronin's voice hasn't gone beyond a quiet, tense murmur since Remi - and his kraken form - has managed to tow The Northaven back into Torchline's shallows, allowing him to bring his husband aboard. Letters have been penned and sent, a bottle of liquor sits open on their little table with another on standby, and the Nova kneels before where he's seated the other man on a chair, allowing him to patch his wounds.
Even three supernovas and every healing item in his possession hasn't been enough to touch the Lullaby's injuries, and so Ronin is forced to resort to old fashioned field medicine. As a former soldier he's not bad at it, either, though even a cursory glance at some of the lacerations from Dahlia's claws tells him they may need stitches sooner rather than later.
"I might need to call for Isla soon. Do you mind?" he asks softly, peering up at Remi.
Ronin's voice hasn't gone beyond a quiet, tense murmur since Remi - and his kraken form - has managed to tow The Northaven back into Torchline's shallows, allowing him to bring his husband aboard. Letters have been penned and sent, a bottle of liquor sits open on their little table with another on standby, and the Nova kneels before where he's seated the other man on a chair, allowing him to patch his wounds.
Even three supernovas and every healing item in his possession hasn't been enough to touch the Lullaby's injuries, and so Ronin is forced to resort to old fashioned field medicine. As a former soldier he's not bad at it, either, though even a cursory glance at some of the lacerations from Dahlia's claws tells him they may need stitches sooner rather than later.
"I might need to call for Isla soon. Do you mind?" he asks softly, peering up at Remi.
show me your darkness.
