we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
Offering Remi a shit-eating grin that says you asked, Ronin leaves his husband to it while he beats together two enormous ningo eggs and grabs a few other seasonings from their homemade spice rack. "Our brains?" he suggests of leaving something on. "I know some days I wake up still wondering where my to-do list is, or what meetings I might have, or where I've left my office," he admits.
And as Remi starts to get a little bit nobody else but me, Ronin is already there for him. Swooping over to finish the Lullaby's sentence with a kiss, he imagines he can silence whatever thoughts are clamouring in Remi's mind with nothing more than their shared warmth and the slow press of lips and tongue.
"I know," he whispers. "Me too, when I think about any of the places we left behind. They'll be fine without us, though. They have to be."
And as Remi starts to get a little bit nobody else but me, Ronin is already there for him. Swooping over to finish the Lullaby's sentence with a kiss, he imagines he can silence whatever thoughts are clamouring in Remi's mind with nothing more than their shared warmth and the slow press of lips and tongue.
"I know," he whispers. "Me too, when I think about any of the places we left behind. They'll be fine without us, though. They have to be."
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
