RONIN
THE DARK STAR
"No," Ronin says with a smile, quietly stubborn and very much in love with his husband as he lets Remi nestle as close as he can. The hands pressed to his skin, the fingers brushing at black smudges on his face, they all feel not quite enough, and the Star winds his arms about his husband as if the other man could curl against his bones and around his heart. "Oh, I see," he murmurs about Hotaru and the gods and childen of her other worlds. He doesn't really care beyond spite, so he's not sure why he's asked, but Remi doesn't know regardless so he supposes it doesn't really matter.
Nate, though. Nate matters, if only because of Ronin's connection to the doctor's husband, and rather than being irritated or worried by the revelation, he merely slips his fingers through the alchemist's curls, holding him closer if possible. "That," he murmurs, "would kickstart war, and play right into the gods' hands." He hates to point it out, but it's true. "What did he do this time to make you want to kill him?"
Nate, though. Nate matters, if only because of Ronin's connection to the doctor's husband, and rather than being irritated or worried by the revelation, he merely slips his fingers through the alchemist's curls, holding him closer if possible. "That," he murmurs, "would kickstart war, and play right into the gods' hands." He hates to point it out, but it's true. "What did he do this time to make you want to kill him?"
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
