you've long seen your downfall, spelled out in another's bones
Technically we are talking about them, Ronin almost finds himself saying, but then Remi is creating distance between them in the water and for all that the Knight has just said he would never put them back in this position, fuck but if it doesn't feel like his husband is a million miles away already. Swallowing hard as the Bastion wades back out of the shallows towards the shore, Ronin at least grabs up the nets with the debris they've managed to collect, slinging them back onto the deck of the Northaven before following.
Of course, by the time he gets back within talking distance of his husband, Ronin can already see the tears that threaten in Remi's eyes, and his chest seizes with a clench of pain he doubts even Safrin could have rivalled on her worst days of wanting to punish him. "Say it," he urges, following the other man dutifully to the shoreline and sinking down to kneel before him - a position that puts him more in the lapping waves than the sand, true, but it hardly matters to the Knight.
"I'm listening, I swear."
Of course, by the time he gets back within talking distance of his husband, Ronin can already see the tears that threaten in Remi's eyes, and his chest seizes with a clench of pain he doubts even Safrin could have rivalled on her worst days of wanting to punish him. "Say it," he urges, following the other man dutifully to the shoreline and sinking down to kneel before him - a position that puts him more in the lapping waves than the sand, true, but it hardly matters to the Knight.
"I'm listening, I swear."
RONIN
