we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
The sound of the glasses on the table wakes Ianto first, then Ronin - the fox snorts and sits himself up, blinking between the two men before jumping off the sofa and padding away elsewhere. He’s not the type to interrupt a meeting between lovers (no, he doesn’t count), and Remi’s got his brooding face on. Giving a small yip to the Alchemist, he disappears into the kitchen.
Ronin is less graceful in his awakening, stretching out mightily with a crack of his back, missing the warmth of a small copper ball of fur, but spotting something better in front of the fire. ”Hey,” he mumbles, his voice rough, the compress falling away from his face as he rolls off the couch.
”You look like the world’s pissed you off. Or is it me?” He smirks, shuffling over to the fire to sink down behind his husband, wrapping his arms around him.
Ronin is less graceful in his awakening, stretching out mightily with a crack of his back, missing the warmth of a small copper ball of fur, but spotting something better in front of the fire. ”Hey,” he mumbles, his voice rough, the compress falling away from his face as he rolls off the couch.
”You look like the world’s pissed you off. Or is it me?” He smirks, shuffling over to the fire to sink down behind his husband, wrapping his arms around him.
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
