I swear I still believe but I don't know
It already feels cold and wrong to leave Remi at the top of the steps, but they couldn’t very well stay there - Ronin has visions of some other poor worshipper wandering up to make an offering only to find more than they bargained for. None of this, of course, helps with anything, and so the hunter moves quickly towards the lighthouse entrance. When he opens the door, however, it’s to be greeted with the pitch black night and pouring rain, the hiss of it bouncing off the stones filling his ears.
A wicked sort of smile spreads across his lips, and he steps back to stand with his husband, close enough to feel the heat off him. ”Now would you look at that,” he murmurs, voice nearly lost in the sound of the rain. ”Wouldn’t it be a shame if we got soaking wet and just... headed straight up to bed? I could fly us in through the window.”
A wicked sort of smile spreads across his lips, and he steps back to stand with his husband, close enough to feel the heat off him. ”Now would you look at that,” he murmurs, voice nearly lost in the sound of the rain. ”Wouldn’t it be a shame if we got soaking wet and just... headed straight up to bed? I could fly us in through the window.”
the dark star
