an eye for an eye; a tooth for a tooth
a knife for the ribs
a knife for the ribs
"Don't be," Ronin whispers darkly, the touch of a smile in his words. In this of all seasons, having and being had in return brings no shortage of satisfaction to the Nova. Perhaps that's why his departure from Safrin and her rejection has gotten its claws in him so deeply. Letting out a long, shuddering sigh that drags as much tension from his shoulders as he can allow, he does nod his agreement. Regardless of all else, he still draws breath thanks to a goddess's grace, and that is not something to squander.
Even if it means obliging some world-ending threat again, though Remi's idea does seem tempting. "I'm already my own light source," he agrees, drawing back enough to gaze up and into his husband's eyes. "I love you," he murmurs; such small little words, but they mean just as much now as they ever have. "Let's go to bed?"
Even if it means obliging some world-ending threat again, though Remi's idea does seem tempting. "I'm already my own light source," he agrees, drawing back enough to gaze up and into his husband's eyes. "I love you," he murmurs; such small little words, but they mean just as much now as they ever have. "Let's go to bed?"
RONIN
