and your heart, love, has such darkness
I'd never dream of going anywhere without you, Ronin assures the Bastion, his voice as liltingly charming as ever even if his body - scaled, sleek and armed with teeth as big as knives - continues to cut through the depths far below. He's propelled himself down enough that the kraken unfurling overhead doesn't clash with fins or tails, but he doesn't need to know Remi as well as he does to understand that the enormous cephalopod is about to give chase.
It's quite nice down here, he admits, coiling in the water before allowing himself to follow the current, cutting through the heat and the dark like a blade. (And oblivious to the game of chase-the-tail that his husband is doing somewhere above/behind him. I can feel that the water leads out somewhere, though. Do you think it goes back to the Arclight? He can't imagine it going anywhere else, honestly, but with Starfall, who the fuck really knows?
It's quite nice down here, he admits, coiling in the water before allowing himself to follow the current, cutting through the heat and the dark like a blade. (And oblivious to the game of chase-the-tail that his husband is doing somewhere above/behind him. I can feel that the water leads out somewhere, though. Do you think it goes back to the Arclight? He can't imagine it going anywhere else, honestly, but with Starfall, who the fuck really knows?
i feel it in the corners of the room
