we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
”What would you like to tear into?” Ronin asks, his blue eyes remarkably gentle given what he’s asking. ”Cloud manta get blown this way by the monsoon. There will be herds of ramphire nearby too, I imagine. Or we could go and catch ourselves a ghost whale.” Yes, the last suggestion was absurd on purpose, but the others are genuine.
He surrenders his arms to his husband for inspection, adoring the way the Alchemist is so consumed by what he sees. His concentration is all-encompassing, his touch delicate, and Ronin watches Remi with the same intensity that he looks at the tattoos. ”Perhaps it’s just her way of spending time with me,” he says slowly.
Blinking out of his trance at the next question, Ronin looks himself over with mild confusion. ”I don’t think so,” he says. ”I get wounded, in my dreams, but... I’m saved. By these.” He nods at the constellations, freeing one hand to capture Remi’s, and using his husband’s finger to trace the gold markings. ”Virgo,” he names, circling one series of stars. ”And Aquarius.” He moves to the other.
He surrenders his arms to his husband for inspection, adoring the way the Alchemist is so consumed by what he sees. His concentration is all-encompassing, his touch delicate, and Ronin watches Remi with the same intensity that he looks at the tattoos. ”Perhaps it’s just her way of spending time with me,” he says slowly.
Blinking out of his trance at the next question, Ronin looks himself over with mild confusion. ”I don’t think so,” he says. ”I get wounded, in my dreams, but... I’m saved. By these.” He nods at the constellations, freeing one hand to capture Remi’s, and using his husband’s finger to trace the gold markings. ”Virgo,” he names, circling one series of stars. ”And Aquarius.” He moves to the other.
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
