we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"I didn't tell you where I would be slapping," Ronin whispers darkly to the Bastion, grinning and releasing him just in time to be swept unceremoniously up into his husband's arms. More than content to be carted around in a bridal carry like this, it's almost a shame when Remi does opt to put him down, and he lets his arms slip around the other man so they might linger just as close as before. "Oh, exhausted," he assures him, a lie that becomes all the more apparent at the offer to buy Remi dinner.
"I will heal you later. In bed," he decides; whether bed happens to be an inn somewhere or out beneath the stars, it doesn't matter. Either way, feeling sort of as though he's had a workout, Ronin slips a hand into Remi's back pocket and leads them out through the trees and long grasses of the Outer Brambles, eyes peeled for an outpost or two.
~FIN
"I will heal you later. In bed," he decides; whether bed happens to be an inn somewhere or out beneath the stars, it doesn't matter. Either way, feeling sort of as though he's had a workout, Ronin slips a hand into Remi's back pocket and leads them out through the trees and long grasses of the Outer Brambles, eyes peeled for an outpost or two.
~FIN
THE SUPERNOVA
and continue fighting
