the things we hold are always the first to go
”We could, but I don’t know that I’m quite up to it. I’d certainly need some encouragement.” And oh, Ronin has no doubt that the Alchemist would succeed at coaxing him into whatever mood he liked. Still, he knows his husband better than he knows himself at this point, blinking up at Remi as he feels his fingers flex against him.
What had started out as simple curiosity - Ronin not knowing the logistics, of course, about how one would manage in certain situations when constantly on the move - turned into a pulse of cold horror through the Attuned bond. My father would hit my shins hard enough to give me a limp. ”He sounds like a charmer,” the Star remarks, his voice laced with a darkness only heard when the things he loves are threatened.
Turning his head, he presses a kiss against Remi’s chest, against scar tissue and warm flesh alike, letting a hand ghost down his torso. ”Would that you could have grown up with me,” he murmurs. ”My upbringing was hardly pleasant, but it was definitely comfortable. I don’t know what I had to complain about, compared to what you just told me.”
What had started out as simple curiosity - Ronin not knowing the logistics, of course, about how one would manage in certain situations when constantly on the move - turned into a pulse of cold horror through the Attuned bond. My father would hit my shins hard enough to give me a limp. ”He sounds like a charmer,” the Star remarks, his voice laced with a darkness only heard when the things he loves are threatened.
Turning his head, he presses a kiss against Remi’s chest, against scar tissue and warm flesh alike, letting a hand ghost down his torso. ”Would that you could have grown up with me,” he murmurs. ”My upbringing was hardly pleasant, but it was definitely comfortable. I don’t know what I had to complain about, compared to what you just told me.”
