you are terrifying and strange and beautiful
"Oh, gods--" It's a decision already made for Ronin, the Star turning into the sound of his husband's voice already in tears. He catches him in the hug, gripping him tightly in return, and beneath his feet the world thrums with colour and warmth. Rustic boards and curved ceilings replace the stark, white mountains, and Ronin decorates the Wishing Wagon of his dreams in as much fierce detail as he can remember. He wants so much to go home to Remi, but this will have to do for now.
Tilting his head to rest it against Remi's curls, he holds him as close as he dares, inhaling the scent of him, imagining the woods outside, the moonlight, the smoke of the fire drifting into the wagon, the kettle whistling. "I miss you so much," he whispers. "I'll find my way back to you. I promise."
Tilting his head to rest it against Remi's curls, he holds him as close as he dares, inhaling the scent of him, imagining the woods outside, the moonlight, the smoke of the fire drifting into the wagon, the kettle whistling. "I miss you so much," he whispers. "I'll find my way back to you. I promise."
The huntsman
