the wounds are open and bleeding out
"A thousand? That might be a bit overkill, but I'll appreciate every single one, I promise," Ronin said affectionately, glancing towards the slowly crackling fire and feeling its warmth on his cold cheeks and his fingers. He let out a long sigh of relief, like one who has been too cold for too long, and letting his eyes slip shut as they spoke. It broke his heart to hear that Aoife spoke to him as though he was in the sky again, and he dropped a gentle kiss onto Remi's shoulder.
"Would you tell her that I'm thinking of her, please? And that I'll be home soon, and that she and you aren't to be sad?" he asked, sitting back to gaze at Remi. His seriousness broke into a smile at the quip, Ronin nudging his husband and scoffing. "Of course I forgot the tea," he said. "What kind of picnic would this be if I didn't forget something?"
"Would you tell her that I'm thinking of her, please? And that I'll be home soon, and that she and you aren't to be sad?" he asked, sitting back to gaze at Remi. His seriousness broke into a smile at the quip, Ronin nudging his husband and scoffing. "Of course I forgot the tea," he said. "What kind of picnic would this be if I didn't forget something?"
THE
FALLEN STAR
