we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
Ronin watches too, as the cosmic flood washes away the ramphire, sending them down onto the sands where they can be better ferried towards the docks. The shackles are things that he barely notices, his arm still wound comfortably around his husband; the warmth against his side, the boyish look on Remi’s handsome face - it all helps to soothe the sudden sadness that had seized him, sending it tumbling away after the ramphire.
”It is so dramatic,” he agrees, shaking out his hand and leaning his head against Remi’s; the shackles fade away with the water, becoming constellations once more. ”That’s sort of what happened in the dream, so I’m glad it didn’t disappoint.” He chuckles. ”Do we have to go and take them all the way to the dock now?”
”It is so dramatic,” he agrees, shaking out his hand and leaning his head against Remi’s; the shackles fade away with the water, becoming constellations once more. ”That’s sort of what happened in the dream, so I’m glad it didn’t disappoint.” He chuckles. ”Do we have to go and take them all the way to the dock now?”
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
