the wounds are open and bleeding out
Already the hand that had been pricked by the rose thorns was growing warm and heavy, the feeling spreading up his arm and into his chest, even as the rest of him fought to try and strangle Remi. His husband Remi, the man he loved, the one he would kill and die for--
The ground hit him hard, Ronin having all but become a ragdoll in Remi's grip in the time it took the alchemist to reverse their positions. That same heavy warmth was radiating throughout his body now, soothing edges made jagged by the blight, clearing a mind now endlessly stormy, clouded with burning hate and guttural need.
Vaguely, Ronin realised his arms were pinned. He blinked up at Remi as if seeing him for the first time properly since he'd come into the woods, and the tears that streamed down his cheeks were black as pitch, but real all the same. "You found me," he rasped, utterly compliant beneath the other man.
The ground hit him hard, Ronin having all but become a ragdoll in Remi's grip in the time it took the alchemist to reverse their positions. That same heavy warmth was radiating throughout his body now, soothing edges made jagged by the blight, clearing a mind now endlessly stormy, clouded with burning hate and guttural need.
Vaguely, Ronin realised his arms were pinned. He blinked up at Remi as if seeing him for the first time properly since he'd come into the woods, and the tears that streamed down his cheeks were black as pitch, but real all the same. "You found me," he rasped, utterly compliant beneath the other man.
THE
FALLEN STAR
