we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
”But you’d also be tired enough to sleep, and have dreams yourself.” Or be happy, he wants to say, but he stifles that back - it seems suddenly very real and very depressing, that he has to take his husband out to murder ramphire. Quite where his melancholy has come from Ronin doesn’t know, and he shakes himself out of it to walk a few paces back, glancing over his shoulder to grin at the sudden, bloody sight of Remi back in his underwear.
”You’re a sight for sore eyes,” he says, slipping an arm around the other man as if suddenly needing him close, pressing a kiss to his temple. Ronin lifts his free hand then, holding it out before them, palm facing the fields of corpses. Taking a deep breath and focusing on the Aquarius constellation on his wrist, quite suddenly where there were previously tattoos, now there are heavy golden shackles.
There’s a roar like a waterfall, and a wave of dark and shimmering water, deep as the cosmos, floods out before them. It picks up the ramphire, washing them away down the incline towards the cliffs, bathing the two men in an eerie light.
”You’re a sight for sore eyes,” he says, slipping an arm around the other man as if suddenly needing him close, pressing a kiss to his temple. Ronin lifts his free hand then, holding it out before them, palm facing the fields of corpses. Taking a deep breath and focusing on the Aquarius constellation on his wrist, quite suddenly where there were previously tattoos, now there are heavy golden shackles.
There’s a roar like a waterfall, and a wave of dark and shimmering water, deep as the cosmos, floods out before them. It picks up the ramphire, washing them away down the incline towards the cliffs, bathing the two men in an eerie light.
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
