RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Ronin helps, as much as he's able to without letting Remi go, and his arms settle around the other man again so he can lean in and press a bloody but warm kiss to his forehead. "We'll figure this out," he whispers, as if the admission from his husband is all he needs to pull himself together. "Maybe you and I can meditate under waterfalls or something." It's a feeble joke, and an even weaker laugh, but Ronin means it all the same.
Inhaling a shivering breath and reaching up to cup one of Remi's cheeks, he shouldn't feel relief to feel the wet streak of tears there, but something unknots inside him all the same. "The sheets can wait - we need to bandage up your arm. Do you think I ought to get in touch with Vai? I..." Wincing, he glances down at the injury. "It bit off your fingers..."
Inhaling a shivering breath and reaching up to cup one of Remi's cheeks, he shouldn't feel relief to feel the wet streak of tears there, but something unknots inside him all the same. "The sheets can wait - we need to bandage up your arm. Do you think I ought to get in touch with Vai? I..." Wincing, he glances down at the injury. "It bit off your fingers..."
show me your darkness.
