the wounds are open and bleeding out

the bastion

How do I learn my dreams to mold
To lay them bare in the morning cold?

Tilting his chin as Ronin stands as if waiting for permission to rise with a crooked smile on his face, only as his hand is tugged does he follow suit, immediately wrapping his arms around his husband's shoulders and drawing him close. It was the sort of hug that spoke of safety and understanding, of the sort of love that had endured the worst and been blessed with the best, able to weather whatever storm came its way. "Mmmm, well then I am going to hold you to it. Just like this." Remi murmurs in agreement, curling one of his hands through his husband's dark hair and feeling the bits of soil and grass likely left there from a fall.

"Mm, you should have. Then at least I could gloat about having taken a few bruises on your behalf." Remi jokes, chuckling softly into the crook of his husband's neck.

"Just like with Dahlia then.." He murmurs, disappointment and frustration clouding through their bond as Remi's jaw silently feathers. "I wonder how many more of them there are, just going about in public because we don't know who they are."

If they're still out there then the chasm grows
For all you know, for all you've known

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!