RONIN
the white knight
Remi is right - of course he is, and though Ronin wants nothing more than to believe him, there’s a reason he’s been drinking away these hours, as though he might be able to convince himself of those same truths if he’s drunk enough to blot out everything else. ”I thought we were going to lose her again,” he confesses, and though anyone else might call it an overreaction given the power contained between them, Ronin’s psyche is far more delicate than his body and the divine heights it can reach.
Kissing his husband back as if he might somehow be a balm against that lingering fear and bitterness (and he is, in so, so many ways), Ronin sighs out a shivering breath into the space between them, grasping at the Bastion like he might lose himself without his touch as an anchor. ”Dahlia is at the jailhouse,” he says, almost absently, like he needs to get the words out so he’s not the only one responsible for the information. ”She’s guarded. I told everyone I could that seemed important.”
And gods, it had better be enough. He hesitates to ask what lingers on his lips next, but he can’t stop the words despite knowing how unfair it is to expect Remi to have an answer. ”What now?”
Kissing his husband back as if he might somehow be a balm against that lingering fear and bitterness (and he is, in so, so many ways), Ronin sighs out a shivering breath into the space between them, grasping at the Bastion like he might lose himself without his touch as an anchor. ”Dahlia is at the jailhouse,” he says, almost absently, like he needs to get the words out so he’s not the only one responsible for the information. ”She’s guarded. I told everyone I could that seemed important.”
And gods, it had better be enough. He hesitates to ask what lingers on his lips next, but he can’t stop the words despite knowing how unfair it is to expect Remi to have an answer. ”What now?”
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
