we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
Oh, Ronin is definitely watching, the Star snorting out a laugh at the carefully cradled middle finger that his husband has been saving for him. ”Oh yeah? Well so far you’ve not been very successful anyw—!” Cut off by the wet underwear flung at his face, Ronin’s laughter fills the night, and by the time he’s pulled the offending garment away his husband is racing for home. ”Halt!” he calls dramatically, though he knows he has no chance of catching Remi.
Luckily, he doesn’t plan to. The projection that has been waiting it out at the cottage porch suddenly becomes very real indeed, Ronin dismissing the one now sitting on his cloud - and the cloud too - while he strips the rest of his clothes. Remi will arrive to find his husband naked and soaking wet, leaning against the open front door with a particularly smouldering look in his eyes.
Luckily, he doesn’t plan to. The projection that has been waiting it out at the cottage porch suddenly becomes very real indeed, Ronin dismissing the one now sitting on his cloud - and the cloud too - while he strips the rest of his clothes. Remi will arrive to find his husband naked and soaking wet, leaning against the open front door with a particularly smouldering look in his eyes.
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
