no grave can hold my body down
They walk and Ronin listens, and his quiet enjoyment of the ice spidering away beneath their feet turns into something more wary and bemused the longer Remi speaks. The other man is a warmth against his side, as solid as he might be outside of the Dreaming, but of course that is precisely the point. Letting his footsteps slow, the Nova withdraws his hand from Remi's pocket only to turn and face him properly, his brow furrowed.
"...This is going to hurt, isn't it?" he says quietly, blue eyes already dark with memories. He knows well the pains Remi has taken to separate them under the weight of the things he couldn't say, and on more than one occasion. That it comes now, after both pride and feelings have been left bruised by his last meeting with Safrin... for a second Ronin doesn't think he can hear it.
He almost says it, too - I'm not sure I'm ready for this right now - but then that wouldn't matter. An errant touch from Remi might reveal all at this point, and the Lullaby knows him better than any man, woman, child or god. If he's chosen here and now, it's for a good reason.
"I suppose you'd better tell me, then," he says with a sad smile.
"...This is going to hurt, isn't it?" he says quietly, blue eyes already dark with memories. He knows well the pains Remi has taken to separate them under the weight of the things he couldn't say, and on more than one occasion. That it comes now, after both pride and feelings have been left bruised by his last meeting with Safrin... for a second Ronin doesn't think he can hear it.
He almost says it, too - I'm not sure I'm ready for this right now - but then that wouldn't matter. An errant touch from Remi might reveal all at this point, and the Lullaby knows him better than any man, woman, child or god. If he's chosen here and now, it's for a good reason.
"I suppose you'd better tell me, then," he says with a sad smile.
