we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"Do I not? Well. I will have to rely on you to teach me to be thorough then, won't I?" Ronin absolutely doesn't blame his husband - they are all but putty against each other now, and the Star's eyes flutter shut again to enjoy his husband's presence through touch and through the sound of his voice. In the meantime, Ronin's fingers continue to draw penises patterns over the Lullaby's shoulders and down his back. And at the mention of his statue, he gasps dramatically.
"If it really is erect, they had better have consulted you. Have to get it in proportion," he murmurs, opening one eye and smiling crookedly down at his husband. "You be careful with that musical tongue of yours," he warns, though the heat in his voice is unmistakeable.
Ronin isn't sure whether talk of Safrin makes the fire growing in his belly better or worse, and he lets out a whoosh of air through pursed lips. "I will mention it," he decides. "Both because I have a feeling she'd want me to, but also... maybe she'll have answers."
"If it really is erect, they had better have consulted you. Have to get it in proportion," he murmurs, opening one eye and smiling crookedly down at his husband. "You be careful with that musical tongue of yours," he warns, though the heat in his voice is unmistakeable.
Ronin isn't sure whether talk of Safrin makes the fire growing in his belly better or worse, and he lets out a whoosh of air through pursed lips. "I will mention it," he decides. "Both because I have a feeling she'd want me to, but also... maybe she'll have answers."
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
