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?

"Well," Tilting his head in order to press even more kisses softly against the side of the Knight's neck, Ronin will no doubt feel Remi's smile against his skin as much in his words and through their bond. "..what if I do other things that make you forget how to move your body?"

Chuckling at that, Remi can only shrug. "Listen, before we threw things at the orb we didn't know what would work and what wouldn't. You don't know that yellow ducks aren't the enemy of weird alien races." Straightening ever so slightly to peer (1" down) at the Knight, Remi grins. "I bet you anything Melita would love the idea."

Leaning indulgently into the warm press of his husband's lips, it would have been all too easy to forget what had happened to the Knight only moments before were it not for the taste of copper on the other man's tongue. Not minding it at all though having to remind himself to be mindful of his husband's injuries, parting just enough to brush his nose against Ronin's, Remi nods. "What if I finish things up, and as you've already found a stash of my gin, you pour me some?"

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!