we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
”I thought it quite fitting, especially since your talons are poised to grab my heart.” Ronin winks, and indeed, that does seem to be the way the tattoo has been angled. All tension bleeds out of him at the confirmation that he hasn’t inked something onto himself that Remi hates, the Star relaxing into the soft touches against his wrist, his hip, and anywhere else they are touching.
A flush reaches his cheeks, just about; Remi’s compliment comes out so sincerely and unexpectedly that it leaves Ronin tongue tied, unable to do much more than smile stupidly at his husband. At least the Alchemist can break the silence with a question, and he glances back at the tattoo with a careful shrug. ”I’ll never say no to you,” he says breezily. ”Go ahead, just be gentle please.”
He doubts he really needs to say so; if Remi does choose to brush his fingers over the ink he will find the skin hot and slightly tacky with salve, already working on fiercely healing the fresh marks. But it is truly part of Ronin now, there forever. Unless he dies and comes back again of course.
A flush reaches his cheeks, just about; Remi’s compliment comes out so sincerely and unexpectedly that it leaves Ronin tongue tied, unable to do much more than smile stupidly at his husband. At least the Alchemist can break the silence with a question, and he glances back at the tattoo with a careful shrug. ”I’ll never say no to you,” he says breezily. ”Go ahead, just be gentle please.”
He doubts he really needs to say so; if Remi does choose to brush his fingers over the ink he will find the skin hot and slightly tacky with salve, already working on fiercely healing the fresh marks. But it is truly part of Ronin now, there forever. Unless he dies and comes back again of course.
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
