an eye for an eye; a tooth for a tooth
a knife for the ribs
a knife for the ribs
Melting into the touch offered so freely by the other man, Ronin backs up until he can lean against the side of the Northaven, bolstered by his husband's presence and the steady rock and sway of their home. "No, I really don't think so," he admits, eyes closed and each breath shared with Remi enough that he doesn't have to speak beyond a murmur. "Abandoning you - or better yet killing you - might come close. And then dying in her name, perhaps."
As Safrin had said - and the bitterness sours any soothing feelings he might have been harbouring thanks to Remi's touch - there was nothing that Ronin could give her that she could not provide herself. Pressing sweet kisses against Remi's cheek and the corner of his mouth, the Nova lets his head loll against his husband's shoulder, exhausted. "I don't think I will go to see her again," he admits in a whisper. "I think... this is it, for me. This is all I am, until she decides to strip that away as well."
As Safrin had said - and the bitterness sours any soothing feelings he might have been harbouring thanks to Remi's touch - there was nothing that Ronin could give her that she could not provide herself. Pressing sweet kisses against Remi's cheek and the corner of his mouth, the Nova lets his head loll against his husband's shoulder, exhausted. "I don't think I will go to see her again," he admits in a whisper. "I think... this is it, for me. This is all I am, until she decides to strip that away as well."
RONIN
