I swear I still believe but I don't know
”You know, I think it just might have been,” Ronin says, his voice little more than a low rumble in the echoing tower of the lighthouse. He holds Remi through the roar of anger, a calm and steadying presence in the face of his fury, waiting for it to settle again, for the monster to step back into the shadows. He’s glowing, in fact, starlight softly pulsing out of him, and one of his hands drifts down to Remi’s cheek.
”Not bleeding. Not bruised, not punctured, not bitten or cut or burned. Just here, with you,” he confirms, brushing a thumb over the strong line of his husband’s jaw, seeming utterly not bothered by the maybe aspects of Safrin’s quest. ”The most important thing I learned from LongNight was how important the here and now is. How I was throwing away my present to try and fix my past.”
”Not bleeding. Not bruised, not punctured, not bitten or cut or burned. Just here, with you,” he confirms, brushing a thumb over the strong line of his husband’s jaw, seeming utterly not bothered by the maybe aspects of Safrin’s quest. ”The most important thing I learned from LongNight was how important the here and now is. How I was throwing away my present to try and fix my past.”
the dark star
