the wounds are open and bleeding out
Remi’s smile was contagious as always, and Ronin returned it with a filthy grin of his own. Nudging his husband and tutting him as if to chastise his dirty mind, the guildmaster made sure to collect his bloody shirt and check that the washroom was as clean of blood as he could make it before nodding to the door, as if suggesting they should go. They might be able to lock themselves away for an hour or two before the world came searching for them again - sleep was impossible, yes, but it was better than being around everyone right now.
Meeting Remi’s gaze, his smile fading, Ronin could only shrug his shoulders as if to say that it was already decided, really. “Are we really going to leave it to someone else?” He countered. “It’s better than ruling. And it doesn’t have to be straight away. It’s just... something we know about now, that we didn’t know before.”
Meeting Remi’s gaze, his smile fading, Ronin could only shrug his shoulders as if to say that it was already decided, really. “Are we really going to leave it to someone else?” He countered. “It’s better than ruling. And it doesn’t have to be straight away. It’s just... something we know about now, that we didn’t know before.”
THE
FALLEN STAR
