RONIN
kiss your perfect day goodbye
Ronin's eyes have already closed, wincing in anticipation of the slam of a door that will send two newborns into squalling upset, and it's almost worse when it doesnt come. The Knight blinks over his shoulder to where Flora has departed, every breath feeling hot and painful as if keeping the words back, even now, is enough to set his lungs on fire. Only Remi snaps him out of it, Ronin forcing himself to let it go with a soft and shuddering sigh, turning immediately back to his husband.
His hand comes to rest between the other man's shoulders, offering warmth and steadiness despite feeling neither himself, and he shakes his head in matching disbelief. How did we get here? he wonders softly in reply, scooting closer and leaning in to press his forehead to Remi's shoulder, like the proximity might help him to gather his thoughts.
Is it because we fucked up so much in the past, that the only thing we're allowed to do now is cheer and celebrate every decision so we pass the 'supportive parent' test? He shakes his head again, trying to cringe away from that train of thought, though Flora's bitter words, thrown carelessly and bitingly into the soft places where she'll have known they'll fester, keep his temper smouldering on low.
She just threw it out like it was nothing, he remembers. Like trying to mention a bad grade on homework without anyone picking up on it. She must have known how it would go.
His hand comes to rest between the other man's shoulders, offering warmth and steadiness despite feeling neither himself, and he shakes his head in matching disbelief. How did we get here? he wonders softly in reply, scooting closer and leaning in to press his forehead to Remi's shoulder, like the proximity might help him to gather his thoughts.
Is it because we fucked up so much in the past, that the only thing we're allowed to do now is cheer and celebrate every decision so we pass the 'supportive parent' test? He shakes his head again, trying to cringe away from that train of thought, though Flora's bitter words, thrown carelessly and bitingly into the soft places where she'll have known they'll fester, keep his temper smouldering on low.
She just threw it out like it was nothing, he remembers. Like trying to mention a bad grade on homework without anyone picking up on it. She must have known how it would go.
because the world is on fire
