you are terrifying and strange and beautiful
Ronin doesn't see the small quarters he's been assigned. He doesn't see the plain walls, the modest window, the single and neatly made bed. It doesn't register that this is special treatment, that having been a soldier, he ought to have expected a bunk in with all the othes. None of it matters. After his encounter with Doctor Hart, it takes only a moonlit walk alone back to the Dragon's Nest to drag him back into melancholy, and he all but collapses into bed, barely bothering to kick off his shoes.
He can't force himself to sleep like Remi can, and so his anticipation to just be dreaming takes an infuriatingly long time; Ronin is almost to the point of tears when exhaustion finally snatches him up. And so it's into the dark he plummets, his desperation and impatience to see his husband setting him fiercely aglow to the point where he doesn't need to think about it. "Remi?" he calls. "Gods, please be asleep."
He can't force himself to sleep like Remi can, and so his anticipation to just be dreaming takes an infuriatingly long time; Ronin is almost to the point of tears when exhaustion finally snatches him up. And so it's into the dark he plummets, his desperation and impatience to see his husband setting him fiercely aglow to the point where he doesn't need to think about it. "Remi?" he calls. "Gods, please be asleep."
The huntsman
