we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
”I’m the one who should be worried about that. Sore is the last thing you made me,” Ronin remarked with a lopsided smile, fingers brushing over Remi’s upper arm as if worried about whatever bruises he might have left with his fingers, let alone the chain of love bites he knows lurk beneath his husband’s collar. He finds himself standing shirtless before the other man, curiously vulnerable as he waits to see what Remi thinks.
He tries to stop his flinch as the Alchemist suddenly draws close, letting out a sigh of relief when he doesn’t immediately try to touch the fresh ink and stilling so Remi can get a good look. While he observes the tattoo, Ronin watches his husband’s face, a grin creeping across his lips and a laugh escaping him at the final verdict. ”Yes, it’s you!” he agreed. ”I found a sketch I’d made of you once. I thought I’d make it a little more permanent.”
He tries to stop his flinch as the Alchemist suddenly draws close, letting out a sigh of relief when he doesn’t immediately try to touch the fresh ink and stilling so Remi can get a good look. While he observes the tattoo, Ronin watches his husband’s face, a grin creeping across his lips and a laugh escaping him at the final verdict. ”Yes, it’s you!” he agreed. ”I found a sketch I’d made of you once. I thought I’d make it a little more permanent.”
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
