everything has its wonders
This ought to have been a happy occasion; a homecoming, almost, as the dark beaches and the littered bonfires come into view. The sound of the sea has never felt so comforting, and the salt, smoke and booze on the air has his breath catching in his throat. But Ronin feels nothing but sick, and he frowns into the dark water and nods gently to the other man. "Both of us," he says quietly, though whether it's so Ronin can be there to help or to stop Remi from going too far... even the Star doesn't know.
Glancing to the Lullaby, and then up at the cliffs where even the Aumakua is muted by Longnight, he squeezes his hand back. "Let me go first," he suggests. "If this is the plan, and you need me to..." To get close, though he doesn't want to say it. "Then let me go first, okay?" His husband is adept at manipulating the shadows; he trusts him to be around where needed.
Glancing to the Lullaby, and then up at the cliffs where even the Aumakua is muted by Longnight, he squeezes his hand back. "Let me go first," he suggests. "If this is the plan, and you need me to..." To get close, though he doesn't want to say it. "Then let me go first, okay?" His husband is adept at manipulating the shadows; he trusts him to be around where needed.
even darkness and silence
