RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
There are protests locked and loaded behind Ronin's teeth. He wants to say that he doesn't know if armageddon will wait just because they want it to; that Remi needs to be seen by a doctor who knows where to stitch and how; that they ought to be forming tactics and strategies and replaying that gods-awful fight on the mountain, because how else can they be ready for something like this? How else can they stand a chance?
And yet, as he steadies his husband into remaining standing, he feels suddenly so wearied by it all that even panic and anxiety can't continue to batter against his subconscious. "Alright," he says, softly and sweetly, the Nova stepping in to slip his arms around Remi that he might guide him over to bed.
"I love you," he says, as he's said a thousand, thousand times now, and it's never any less true. "However bad things were, you did get back here. These things won't get the jump on us next time." Carefully climbing into bed with Remi, Ronin adjusts the covers and pillows and keeps the Lullaby close enough to feel right without accidentally agitating his injuries. "I'll see you in dreamland, okay?"
And yet, as he steadies his husband into remaining standing, he feels suddenly so wearied by it all that even panic and anxiety can't continue to batter against his subconscious. "Alright," he says, softly and sweetly, the Nova stepping in to slip his arms around Remi that he might guide him over to bed.
"I love you," he says, as he's said a thousand, thousand times now, and it's never any less true. "However bad things were, you did get back here. These things won't get the jump on us next time." Carefully climbing into bed with Remi, Ronin adjusts the covers and pillows and keeps the Lullaby close enough to feel right without accidentally agitating his injuries. "I'll see you in dreamland, okay?"
show me your darkness.
