the wounds are open and bleeding out
"I've been well-prepared since we were split up," Ronin agrees, his hands running up the length of Remi's thighs, one finding its place on the other man's hip, the other roaming up his stomach towards his chest. "Oh, it's plenty of fun when it's with you. But when it's random and out of place and you aren't there, it's not so entertaining," he admits, taking a long inhale of breath as he feels the sudden weight and grip of Remi around him as if it might just be real. It's enough to want to grab the Lullaby and drag him back down onto the moss, and Ronin refrains - barely.
"It takes a lot of practice," he admits. "It's rare that I even have my projection out of sight, but... I think I'll be able to do it, if it means seeing you," he mumbles, his fingers flexing against Remi's hip. "I miss you so much." It comes out suddenly, but it's no less sincere. "I don't know how much longer I can keep doing this before I lose it."
"It takes a lot of practice," he admits. "It's rare that I even have my projection out of sight, but... I think I'll be able to do it, if it means seeing you," he mumbles, his fingers flexing against Remi's hip. "I miss you so much." It comes out suddenly, but it's no less sincere. "I don't know how much longer I can keep doing this before I lose it."
THE
DARK STAR
