you are terrifying and strange and beautiful
"Remi..." Ronin's voice is kind and sad, and he reaches out to carefully brush a thumb over the scruff of his husband's cheek. "I don't want you to get hurt. Or lost. Or to leave Mateo alone." Leaning in, he kisses the other man's forehead. "There are some things we just... we can't fight this. Not by being stubborn." Flexibility is not really in his husband's vocabulary (unless it's to do with sex or fighting), but digging their heels in when the orders have come from so high above is going to end badly.
"I will see you every night. Every single night. I know you don't think it's worth it, because it's a dream, but..." His throat grows tight, the Star shrugging helplessly at Remi. "This is more of you than I had when I was dead. And I will see you again, in person. As soon as I can. I need you to look after yourself."
"I will see you every night. Every single night. I know you don't think it's worth it, because it's a dream, but..." His throat grows tight, the Star shrugging helplessly at Remi. "This is more of you than I had when I was dead. And I will see you again, in person. As soon as I can. I need you to look after yourself."
The huntsman
