like the dawn breaks through the night

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving ”Okay.” Ronin let himself be guided, though his husband would feel the way his muscles tensed between the touch of his hands, like the feeling was unfamiliar to him. Still, he padded through the house into the bathroom, squinting at the light. Only when it registered to him, distantly like it was happening to someone else, did he dismiss the luxere antlers that had been crowning his head for so long. He didn’t make Remi’s task difficult, per say, but he didn’t help either, Ronin gazing down at the bruises, the dirt, the angry lacerations with something like disinterest. ”You had to,” he repeated, his tone blank and not understanding, his hand suddenly coming up to rub hard at his eyes. ”...This is a dream. It has to be.”