RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"You never know when there might be a shortage of charm. We should keep as much as we can." Ronin says with a soft shrug, trying for another smile that dissolves completely as Remi shifts forward. Leaning up to meet him, the Nova's arms are gentle and careful as he returns his husband's embrace. There is a rush, he wants to protest, because a fucking meteor has fallen and the world is in pieces about it and there are things out there that can kill Ronin dead and that he can't even lay a finger on.
"She'll only complain if you don't call her," he points out about Isla, though the words are muffled against the side of Remi's neck, his eyes shutting tight. "And it doesn't matter how bad it was or wasn't, or how you came out from it," he protests, the words thick with an apology as he shakes his head. "I couldn't help. Even if it wouldn't have killed me, nothing I do would have touched that woman." And gods, it has been a hot minute since Ronin felt so helpless.
"She'll only complain if you don't call her," he points out about Isla, though the words are muffled against the side of Remi's neck, his eyes shutting tight. "And it doesn't matter how bad it was or wasn't, or how you came out from it," he protests, the words thick with an apology as he shakes his head. "I couldn't help. Even if it wouldn't have killed me, nothing I do would have touched that woman." And gods, it has been a hot minute since Ronin felt so helpless.
show me your darkness.
