we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
Ronin’s blushing too, of course, the Star offering a crooked and bashful sort of smile to his husband. ”It’s true, though. I could watch you all day - I used to, when you were working on technical drawings for your inventions. If you think about it, it’s your fault anyway - you still make me feel like this, after all this time.” Shrugging his good shoulder, Ronin leans in to steal a sweet and slow kiss from Remi’s lips; and if not for the task at hand and the fresh ink on his skin, he probably wouldn’t have stopped there.
”Still need a lift?” he asks as he finally draws away, nodding over his shoulder to where his cloud still hovers, waiting for them. ”Supplies are already up on the roof. I put them there for us this morning.”
”Still need a lift?” he asks as he finally draws away, nodding over his shoulder to where his cloud still hovers, waiting for them. ”Supplies are already up on the roof. I put them there for us this morning.”
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
