I will fight the end
Yes, I probably would too, with wounds like yours. Ronin takes a slow breath and hums it out again, steeling himself to keep his nerve and dredge up his willpower to stop them from dealing with things in such unhealthy ways. And so, catching the pink that flushes across Remi's cheeks, Ronin keeps him close but stills his fingers from further teasing. They can get warm and keep close without it getting sexual, right? Right.
Further talk about the alchemist's father is enough to throw cold water over his libido, and the Star swallows past a lump in his throat. "What happened to her?" he wonders. A herbalist with connections, it seems impossible to think that a mere flu could have snatched Remi's mother away from him. It doesn't matter, he realises, and he shakes his head as if to tell the other man he doesn't have to answer.
"I don't blame you for not wanting to talk about it. But I'm glad I'm hearing about it now," he says slowly, glancing across at his husband. "Suddenly it makes a lot of sense. You, I mean. How you could be so gentle, for so long... but you still carried all this darkness in you." Downy feathers and a scorpion's sting, that's what Remi Taliesin is made of.
Further talk about the alchemist's father is enough to throw cold water over his libido, and the Star swallows past a lump in his throat. "What happened to her?" he wonders. A herbalist with connections, it seems impossible to think that a mere flu could have snatched Remi's mother away from him. It doesn't matter, he realises, and he shakes his head as if to tell the other man he doesn't have to answer.
"I don't blame you for not wanting to talk about it. But I'm glad I'm hearing about it now," he says slowly, glancing across at his husband. "Suddenly it makes a lot of sense. You, I mean. How you could be so gentle, for so long... but you still carried all this darkness in you." Downy feathers and a scorpion's sting, that's what Remi Taliesin is made of.
'til the end is here
