no grave can hold my body down
It doesn't take long for Ronin to fall asleep; surprising, perhaps, given the turbulence of the past few days, but considering that he knows sleep will bring him to Remi, maybe not so much. Either way, he plunges willingly into the Dreaming where he knows his husband waits, letting his soul shed the weight of the day that has passed without the Lullaby, settling into the world that blooms to life around him.
And while sticks and leaves and ice crunch satisfyingly underfoot, of course Ronin is only focused on one thing. "I missed you," he murmurs, eager hands curling around Remi's waist to draw him flush against his chest, lips already writing promises against the other man's temple and cheek.
"How was the Greatwood?"
And while sticks and leaves and ice crunch satisfyingly underfoot, of course Ronin is only focused on one thing. "I missed you," he murmurs, eager hands curling around Remi's waist to draw him flush against his chest, lips already writing promises against the other man's temple and cheek.
"How was the Greatwood?"
