we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
”Ramphire, then,” Ronin says softly, reaching up to let a hand cup his husband’s cheek, a thumb running over the line of his jaw, over lips and teeth that have turned pointed. Quite when the gentle, beautiful creature he fell head over heels for became this glorious man marred by darkness Ronin doesn’t know, but gods if he doesn’t love him even harder for it. ”Mm, you and me both. No implications yet, though I believe there may have been, if I hadn’t been saved.”
It’s a curious thing, the idea of Remi following Ronin into his dreams - the Star is struck by it, soothed by it in ways he can’t comprehend. ”I’d like that,” he says with a lopsided smile. As for what his new shackles do? ”Let’s find out.” His arms sneak around his husband more tightly, Ronin leaning in for a quick kiss that lasts only as long as it takes for him to pull them to their feet.
Remi has already stripped off and there’s no point dressing again (he’ll warm him up later), so Ronin merely leads them to the door, stepping out into the storm. ”Go on,” he invites. ”Go let off some steam. I’ll follow your lead.”
It’s a curious thing, the idea of Remi following Ronin into his dreams - the Star is struck by it, soothed by it in ways he can’t comprehend. ”I’d like that,” he says with a lopsided smile. As for what his new shackles do? ”Let’s find out.” His arms sneak around his husband more tightly, Ronin leaning in for a quick kiss that lasts only as long as it takes for him to pull them to their feet.
Remi has already stripped off and there’s no point dressing again (he’ll warm him up later), so Ronin merely leads them to the door, stepping out into the storm. ”Go on,” he invites. ”Go let off some steam. I’ll follow your lead.”
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
