walk me to the knife edge

we live in a world someone else imagined

Ronin wrinkles his nose at the idea of Rainbow Star, the huntsman sighing out a breath and nestling into his husband’s neck. ”And I’ll love you just the same as well,” he promises, a surge of golden devotion shining through the darkness, beating it back for the time being. He smiles against Remi’s skin, content with his limbs all tangled up in the Alchemist. ”If that storm didn’t help, I doubt punching Sunjata will,” he points out. ”But it’s okay. All I want is you.”

And that will always be true, Ronin humming a note of reluctant peace and shutting tired eyes. “Hopefully this time when we sleep, neither of us will be woken up by a goddess with bad news,” he mutters. He doesn’t count on it, but he can hope.

the dark star