we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
Ronin glares up at the sky as the thunder rolls overhead, as if to tell it to shut the fuck up. Straightening up again after a few more breaths, he shivers against the chilly breeze, closing the last bit of distance between them and shifting to sit on the stoop with his husband. Slinging his right arm around Remi, he leans in for a kiss to his cheek, smiling at the shrieking objection from Sugar above.
”She has realised the error of her ways,” he murmurs, sitting back and looking up at the sky. ”We better start with the roof then, I think. We can do the rest while it’s raining, but those slates will be a pain.” He doesn’t move just yet, though, savouring the warmth of Remi pressed against him, the lingering smell of tea in the air.
”She has realised the error of her ways,” he murmurs, sitting back and looking up at the sky. ”We better start with the roof then, I think. We can do the rest while it’s raining, but those slates will be a pain.” He doesn’t move just yet, though, savouring the warmth of Remi pressed against him, the lingering smell of tea in the air.
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
