the wounds are open and bleeding out
The hug, whilst unexpected, definitely wasn’t something Ronin was about to turn down. The hunter wound his arms around his husband, holding Remi close and pressing his lips to his curls in a gentle kiss. ”Everything will be okay,” he told him, absolutely not knowing that for sure and not caring, either. He stroked warm hands down the length of Remi’s back, relishing the warmth of him, the realness of him in that moment.
”You’ve got me and I’ve got you. No matter what happens, remember that. Okay? The sun will rise again, and we can start something new together. No more kings, no more death, no more politics. Just you, me and Aoife, making the most of Flowebirth.” Drawing back and clasping Remi’s shoulders, Ronin offered the alchemist a lopsided smile. ”If we can both stay out of trouble long enough.”
”You’ve got me and I’ve got you. No matter what happens, remember that. Okay? The sun will rise again, and we can start something new together. No more kings, no more death, no more politics. Just you, me and Aoife, making the most of Flowebirth.” Drawing back and clasping Remi’s shoulders, Ronin offered the alchemist a lopsided smile. ”If we can both stay out of trouble long enough.”
THE
FALLEN STAR
