RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"I would rather not think about how very close you came," Ronin admits in a whisper, doing his best not to hold Remi that little bit tighter even if that's his instinct; the last thing his husband needs is more pain. "I love you," he adds instead, the admission a blurted, sudden thing, as if he needed to hear the words hit the air around them.
As for the cave, Ronin nods sagely. "Oh, yes. It is being catered for right now, actually," he informs him, and up ahead, a miserable little crack in the side of the mountain is just wide enough for them both to squeeze into. It only goes back a few metres or so, but it's enough to keep them out of the rain. Ronin's duplicate is waiting there, only based on the fact that its shoulders and arms suddenly bloom with gold and crimson feathers, the Huntsman has just switched places with himself.
"All the firewood is going to be soggy," he explains, "but this way I can keep us warm. I can't do much about the hard ground though, sorry."
As for the cave, Ronin nods sagely. "Oh, yes. It is being catered for right now, actually," he informs him, and up ahead, a miserable little crack in the side of the mountain is just wide enough for them both to squeeze into. It only goes back a few metres or so, but it's enough to keep them out of the rain. Ronin's duplicate is waiting there, only based on the fact that its shoulders and arms suddenly bloom with gold and crimson feathers, the Huntsman has just switched places with himself.
"All the firewood is going to be soggy," he explains, "but this way I can keep us warm. I can't do much about the hard ground though, sorry."
show me your darkness.
