like the dawn breaks through the night

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving ”I couldn’t give a hot fuck what Jack and the Ark are doing,” Ronin murmured, the hunter’s voice taking on an almost dreamy quality, his mind seizing on an opportunity to imagine the things that Remi was saying. ”It sounds like a plan. We can sleep moored against the docks, and wait until the sun wakes us up. The sound of the birds, the water, feet against the boardwalks...” Ronin sighed deeply, nuzzling against Remi’s hair. A quiet laugh left him at the prospect of breakfast - and of pants, the Star grumbling something reluctant in the back of his throat. ”I don’t remember the last time I ate,” he confessed. ”But it can’t wait a little longer. I need you more than I need food.”