everything has its wonders
Remi's fingers tie Ronin's tongue up in knots, the Star mumbling incoherently against his husband's curls, and he ceases his struggling without complaint. His head flops forward to rest against the Lullaby's shoulder, eyes slipping shut to listen, to feel, to let the tension bleed out of his muscles. If he were a chocolate bar he'd be half melted by now, his arms slipping around Remi to hold him close even as the other man starts to speak.
"This is the most selfish thing you've ever heard me say," he mumbles, the words sounding thick in his mouth, Ronin feeling strangely lightheaded with the whiplash in his mood (not that he is complaining at all). "But I don't care." He huffs out a sigh, the honesty heavy on his tongue. "I don't care about it. It's my job to be a friend, not to fix people's problems. Not to give them everything they need. I don't care, Remi."
He might sound sad about it, at any other moment. And yet right now? He can't. "I want to leave soon."
"This is the most selfish thing you've ever heard me say," he mumbles, the words sounding thick in his mouth, Ronin feeling strangely lightheaded with the whiplash in his mood (not that he is complaining at all). "But I don't care." He huffs out a sigh, the honesty heavy on his tongue. "I don't care about it. It's my job to be a friend, not to fix people's problems. Not to give them everything they need. I don't care, Remi."
He might sound sad about it, at any other moment. And yet right now? He can't. "I want to leave soon."
even darkness and silence
