RONIN
THE DARK STAR
"SuReLy," Ronin repeats right back to his husband, even now that black rain dots his face in a grotesque array of freckles. Humming his agreement, though he's only really thought about it on a surface level, he supposes he understands enough to be able to nod to Remi. "I guess you have a point," he concedes. "It would be good if I could project and teleport to further places though, wouldn't it," he admits.
As the hand stills in his hair and lightning chases thunder across the sky overhead, Ronin can understand precisely the sort of nerve he might have touched. Reaching up to rest his hand over Remi's, he seeks out the alchemist's green gaze. "Then you won't know," he says softly, "not unless you ask me. I can keep it to myself, but I won't lie to your face if you ask." His thumb brushes over the back of his hand. "Okay?"
As the hand stills in his hair and lightning chases thunder across the sky overhead, Ronin can understand precisely the sort of nerve he might have touched. Reaching up to rest his hand over Remi's, he seeks out the alchemist's green gaze. "Then you won't know," he says softly, "not unless you ask me. I can keep it to myself, but I won't lie to your face if you ask." His thumb brushes over the back of his hand. "Okay?"
now don’t you lose hope
I swear I never dream that we’re alone
I swear I still believe but I don’t know
