RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Ronin is wincing as well, as the healing energy pours through them both, bringing bruised bones and still bleeding lacerations into full focus. But they're easy to ignore as he hears his husband cry out, the Huntsman reaching out for Remi to wipe at his face with wet sleeves, trying to help in whatever small way he can. And as he speaks again it's almost enough to bring a shuddering sob from Ronin's lips; he smiles without feeling happy, even though he should be happy, shouldn't he?
"Yes," he whispers. "The Core is gone. It's done. Caido is..." He gestures up into the sky, somewhere; the god of gods had merely departed afterwards, he thinks. (Not that he'd have notice even if they had come down and kissed them individually - his attention had been all for Remi). In the coming days and weeks, Ronin might be bitter at their lack of so much as a gee thanks, guys, but that can wait. It can all wait.
Carefully smoothing wet curls out of Remi's face, the Huntsman leans in to press his lips against Remi's forehead. "You're a fucking mess, you know that? I'm going to keep you at home for seasons after we get off this rock."
"Yes," he whispers. "The Core is gone. It's done. Caido is..." He gestures up into the sky, somewhere; the god of gods had merely departed afterwards, he thinks. (Not that he'd have notice even if they had come down and kissed them individually - his attention had been all for Remi). In the coming days and weeks, Ronin might be bitter at their lack of so much as a gee thanks, guys, but that can wait. It can all wait.
Carefully smoothing wet curls out of Remi's face, the Huntsman leans in to press his lips against Remi's forehead. "You're a fucking mess, you know that? I'm going to keep you at home for seasons after we get off this rock."
show me your darkness.
