I will fight the end
It crashed through Ronin like a tidal wave - this warmth, this affection - seizing him and carrying him away with it. He’d admitted it to himself, deep, deep down, that his relationship with Remi had become dangerous since their arrival in Torchline, but the helplessly in love part of him refused to budge. He would wait it out, he had told himself. He would burn, as he had said to Safrin. And now?
Now it felt like every reward he had never thought would come, every ray of sunshine from the storms he had weathered. He melted into Remi’s touch, into the dance of his tongue and the heat of his hands, and a moan of appreciation thrummed through his chest and throat. The hand not busy holding himself up made a show of reminding him of the scarred and toned definition of Remi’s body, his chest, his stomach, his hips, and the hunter had to pull away a fraction to gasp in a breath.
”I’ve missed you, you know,” he whispered.
Now it felt like every reward he had never thought would come, every ray of sunshine from the storms he had weathered. He melted into Remi’s touch, into the dance of his tongue and the heat of his hands, and a moan of appreciation thrummed through his chest and throat. The hand not busy holding himself up made a show of reminding him of the scarred and toned definition of Remi’s body, his chest, his stomach, his hips, and the hunter had to pull away a fraction to gasp in a breath.
”I’ve missed you, you know,” he whispered.
'til the end is here
