there is always hope
The sound of the door has him on his feet, like he’s been waiting for it. Because he has, of course - like a statue, like a spring wound so tightly it’s unmoving, he’s been listening for the clink of that door all night. The book(s) fall from his lap and Sugar trills out a relieved sort of greeting, Ronin already halfway across the room when his husband holds up his hands to stop him. And of course the Star does stop, much as it feels almost physically painful for him to do so.
”What is it?” he asks softly, blue eyes taking all there is about Remi; the exhaustion, the blood, the horror in his eyes, the chapped skin. His husband will feel the heartbeat on his own finger spike at that, Ronin biting at the inside of his cheek to keep himself rooted in place. ”What’s happened?”
”What is it?” he asks softly, blue eyes taking all there is about Remi; the exhaustion, the blood, the horror in his eyes, the chapped skin. His husband will feel the heartbeat on his own finger spike at that, Ronin biting at the inside of his cheek to keep himself rooted in place. ”What’s happened?”
