arms give away your need
"Mm, I suppose," Ronin murmurs. Help what he isn't certain, exactly, because he doesn't see how some bread or a bowl of soup or a glass of water will do anything to change Seren's death. He hears Remi's footfalls like the gentle beating of a heart as they grow closer, blue eyes focusing on his husband at last for more than a moment or so when he sits down, the warmth of his hand searing through the fabric of his shirt and injecting him with heat and life.
Reluctantly shifting enough to settle against the headboard, Ronin scoffs and shakes his head. "No," he says. "I don't think... no." Seeing her wouldn't help if only because it would remind him of another of his failures, and gods but he can't take another scar on his heart. There's barely room for this one. "I didn't ever think I'd have to consider which dead child I wanted to see," he admits. See Aoife and perhaps not Seren? See Seren and lose time with Aoife?
It makes him feel sick.
Reluctantly shifting enough to settle against the headboard, Ronin scoffs and shakes his head. "No," he says. "I don't think... no." Seeing her wouldn't help if only because it would remind him of another of his failures, and gods but he can't take another scar on his heart. There's barely room for this one. "I didn't ever think I'd have to consider which dead child I wanted to see," he admits. See Aoife and perhaps not Seren? See Seren and lose time with Aoife?
It makes him feel sick.
tie them up and around me
and play me as you please
RONIN
