we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
”It’s one of my favourite ones,” Ronin admits, giving his cloud a little pat of appreciation before turning his attention back to Remi. His smile turns a bit coy, like he’s been caught out, and he raises a gentle hand to touch it to the offending shoulder in question. ”I suppose I’m not as good at hiding it as I thought,” he says, though with Remi he really shouldn’t be surprised - the Alchemist knows him probably better than he knows himself.
Fighting for his honour, though? Not quite just yet, though he does remember the peculiar possessive surge of last LeafChange. That goes promptly to the back of his head, Ronin slanting a crooked grin to his husband and working on unbuttoning his shirt. ”Actually, I was thinking more on what I said about keeping you close,” he murmured, shrugging out of the garment to reveal a stark white dressing covering a large portion of his left pectoral and shoulder.
”It made sense at the time,” he says with a nervous sort of laugh, peeling the dressing back to reveal Ronin’s latest scar.
Well, not a scar exactly. It’s a hawk, inked in beautiful detail across the Star’s chest, a wing stretching up to the arch of his shoulder. Talons extended, feathers splayed out, it looks remarkably like... well, like Remi in shift. ”Surprise,” he attempts sheepishly.
Fighting for his honour, though? Not quite just yet, though he does remember the peculiar possessive surge of last LeafChange. That goes promptly to the back of his head, Ronin slanting a crooked grin to his husband and working on unbuttoning his shirt. ”Actually, I was thinking more on what I said about keeping you close,” he murmured, shrugging out of the garment to reveal a stark white dressing covering a large portion of his left pectoral and shoulder.
”It made sense at the time,” he says with a nervous sort of laugh, peeling the dressing back to reveal Ronin’s latest scar.
Well, not a scar exactly. It’s a hawk, inked in beautiful detail across the Star’s chest, a wing stretching up to the arch of his shoulder. Talons extended, feathers splayed out, it looks remarkably like... well, like Remi in shift. ”Surprise,” he attempts sheepishly.
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
