we live in a world someone else imagined
Even as the freezing water envelops him, and the tide tries to drag and push, Ronin knows he’s coming back for Remi once he’s gotten this madness out of his system. But for now it’s that madness that wins and even as his husband conjures wings to help, his counterpart will remain quite refreshingly human. He wants this - to feel his muscles scream with it, to fight the waves, to fight for breath, to push himself in a way that’s simple and clean and raw - and he’s determined to have it by the time they reach the pod.
So Ronin swims deeper into the storm tossed sea, carving a path with his body and barely knowing where Remi is in relation to him until he stops, panting hard and treading water, a few dozen feet from the encantados. And it’s there that he notices the issue, illuminated in a flash of lightning.
”They’re stuck,” he calls to Remi, voice hoarse, salt on his lips and stinging his eyes. Half the pod looks as if it’s entangled in a fishing net, the rest crowding around to try and help. Their efforts are close to drowning some of the younger ones, though, and Ronin shakes his head. ”No wonder they’re calling down such a storm!”
So Ronin swims deeper into the storm tossed sea, carving a path with his body and barely knowing where Remi is in relation to him until he stops, panting hard and treading water, a few dozen feet from the encantados. And it’s there that he notices the issue, illuminated in a flash of lightning.
”They’re stuck,” he calls to Remi, voice hoarse, salt on his lips and stinging his eyes. Half the pod looks as if it’s entangled in a fishing net, the rest crowding around to try and help. Their efforts are close to drowning some of the younger ones, though, and Ronin shakes his head. ”No wonder they’re calling down such a storm!”
the dark star
