i hope you know we had everything

Now the ashes of tomorrow sing your sad song

And so it's done. Ronin, who'd died and been re-born as a demigod, cleansed from Safrin's clutches and elevated by Vi to be a White Knight for the world had made his choice, and beside him, the man moulded from death and dreams into someone capable of resisting nearly any blow, had agreed. For the sake of their Family, Caido was on its own.

Scoffing under his breath, Remi rolls his eyes with thinly veiled affection as he reaches for the Knight in order to pull him up. "Mmm, good thinking. I've already done laundry for the week so if you bleed on the sheets, I will absolutely not be the one cleaning it up," he teases softly, wrapping his arms around Ronin's waist in an effort to leave his shoulder protected.

No doubt they probably should reach out to Flora and Mateo, and despite the way their son had already laid into him once for not keeping him appraised of things as they were happening, gods but Remi found it difficult to think past the man in his arms. "I was expecting a letter from Deimos, about Halo." He murmurs, handing Ronin the last of the water to drink. "Do you have any idea what we should tell him?"

the lullaby

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)