we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
Ronin has the good grace to play along, seeming utterly scandalised by his husband’s implication. ”No,” he says with playful indignance, ”I just know you love the thrill of the chas— oi!” He’s cut off by his own laugh, trying to flinch back away from the finger poking at his nipple. It certainly would have hurt like a bitch - probably as much as if Remi’s talons really had pierced his skin.
Still, he straightens up and falls quiet and still for the Alchemist to make his inspections, smile fading to something markedly more thoughtful. He watches Remi’s study, the intense focus, the fingers and feathers grazing over chafed skin that barely protests, such is his care. And a new smile graces Ronin’s lips; he reaches out to gently brush a curl out of his husband’s eyes. ”You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, the words surprising himself as much as anyone else.
Still, he straightens up and falls quiet and still for the Alchemist to make his inspections, smile fading to something markedly more thoughtful. He watches Remi’s study, the intense focus, the fingers and feathers grazing over chafed skin that barely protests, such is his care. And a new smile graces Ronin’s lips; he reaches out to gently brush a curl out of his husband’s eyes. ”You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, the words surprising himself as much as anyone else.
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
