I swear I still believe but I don't know
At first the touch was too much, physical sensation nearly painful after the barrage of mental torture, and Ronin tried to jerk away from Remi as he moved close. But of course his husband was the exception to all rules, and though it felt like sandpaper against his skin, he pressed himself as close as he could. Fingers twined with Remi's, Ronin burying his face against the Alchemist's shoulder, feeling too hot and too cold all at the same time.
"I can't--" he managed, just about. "I can't do it. I'm not strong enough." A shudder tore through him, the images of Fiat Lux flashing bright and harsh against his mind's eye all over again.
"I can't--" he managed, just about. "I can't do it. I'm not strong enough." A shudder tore through him, the images of Fiat Lux flashing bright and harsh against his mind's eye all over again.
the dark star
