RONIN
the darkstar
Ronin is forced to stumble back as Remi lurches up, Sugar taking flight with the bowl of ice cream in her talons (and there is no protector as fierce as the reptile for sweet treats). Still, everything else is knocked asunder; the side table Ronin has set up, the jug of water - which thankfully doesn’t shatter - and any other tinctures and remedies that he’s brought up to try and help Remi’s fever.
Even so, at the Lullaby’s cry Ronin is straight onto the bed, grasping his husband by the shoulders and filling his vision with the sight of him. ”Not Finn. It’s me, just me. We’re at home, you’re safe. Just nightmares, Remi,” he whispers, smoothing his hair back from his face. ”Take your time. It’s okay.”
Even so, at the Lullaby’s cry Ronin is straight onto the bed, grasping his husband by the shoulders and filling his vision with the sight of him. ”Not Finn. It’s me, just me. We’re at home, you’re safe. Just nightmares, Remi,” he whispers, smoothing his hair back from his face. ”Take your time. It’s okay.”
