RONIN
the darkstar
"It isn't silly," Ronin says in a voice that tries to be steady, and he reaches out to grasp his husband's hand and draw him close next to him. "Not at all. I'm nervous too." Too nervous even to manage a smile, and its with a deep and shuddering inhale that he tries to shake away the strange apprehension he has about doing this.
What if they'd built it up too much? What if it all went wrong? What if it hurt too much when she left, and they're pushed back to square one?
Chewing at the inside of his cheek and ruffling a hand through his dark hair, the Knight eventually forces himself to find some courage, and he leans in to kiss Remi's cheek. "I've got you," he whispers, despite the tears scraping at the backs of his eyes as well.
Similarly dressed, though in a pair of tartan pajama pants instead of sweats, Ronin doesn't think he'll ever be ready for this. But he's ready enough.
What if they'd built it up too much? What if it all went wrong? What if it hurt too much when she left, and they're pushed back to square one?
Chewing at the inside of his cheek and ruffling a hand through his dark hair, the Knight eventually forces himself to find some courage, and he leans in to kiss Remi's cheek. "I've got you," he whispers, despite the tears scraping at the backs of his eyes as well.
Similarly dressed, though in a pair of tartan pajama pants instead of sweats, Ronin doesn't think he'll ever be ready for this. But he's ready enough.
