we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
It’s just like the wedding dance they never had, and Ronin has the urge for a moment to simply hold onto Remi, swaying to the music of the storm. He keeps him closer than he keeps his own shadow, blue eyes blazing, fractals of light flickering out from his form. ”I love you so much,” he says suddenly, voice gruff, and half swallowed by the night. Then he lets Remi go, with the full intention of catching him again. The other man is faster, and yet Ronin does give him a little head start, an adoring smile on his lips as he watches the Alchemist bound away.
Then his left hand makes a fist and plunges towards the mud; erupting in starfire, the Aries ram roars forth, easily the size of a large stallion, charging after the other man. Ronin straightens up, slumping onto the cloud that has come to settle at his side, and goes rocketing after his husband. The ram tries to corral him towards the cottage - Ronin, meanwhile, has already conjured his astral projection to wait for Remi there.
Then his left hand makes a fist and plunges towards the mud; erupting in starfire, the Aries ram roars forth, easily the size of a large stallion, charging after the other man. Ronin straightens up, slumping onto the cloud that has come to settle at his side, and goes rocketing after his husband. The ram tries to corral him towards the cottage - Ronin, meanwhile, has already conjured his astral projection to wait for Remi there.
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
