we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
Ronin’s brow furrows - it really could mean any number of things, the Star following Remi’s gaze as he tries to summon the glass to them, only for it to stay disappointingly on the table. Ohhhh. ”I’m so sorry,” he mutters, and he means it - magic has become a huge part of his husband; it’s one of the only times he sees him filled with joy, in truth. Capturing Remi’s hand, Ronin presses his fingertips to his lips, like he can breathe the magic back in.
Wrinkling his nose, he nods his agreement at the image of the luxere that springs to his mind as well. ”We only see them when they’re all glowing and pretty,” he mumbles, touching a careful hand to where the antlers are starting to grow, only to regret it in an instant. ”Want to get a knife and help dig them out of my head?” he suggests miserably, only soothed by the affirmation that he is both proud and prancing to his husband.
”You’re here. That’s enough.” He slips his arms back around Remi, burying his nose in his curls. ”I’ve been having weird dreams again,” he admits softly.
Wrinkling his nose, he nods his agreement at the image of the luxere that springs to his mind as well. ”We only see them when they’re all glowing and pretty,” he mumbles, touching a careful hand to where the antlers are starting to grow, only to regret it in an instant. ”Want to get a knife and help dig them out of my head?” he suggests miserably, only soothed by the affirmation that he is both proud and prancing to his husband.
”You’re here. That’s enough.” He slips his arms back around Remi, burying his nose in his curls. ”I’ve been having weird dreams again,” he admits softly.
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
