RONIN
”Shh...” Ronin whispers against Remi’s curls, not having realised how hard his heart is thundering until they are both together again. He strokes a hand through the other man’s hair and down his stubbled cheek, holding him close and folding around him in the cradle of their seashell.
”No one has died, Remi. We’re dreaming,” he explains in a gentle voice, nodding out at the wispy mountains. He exhales softly, blowing out a stream of air, and if to prove it, the mountains before them part to reveal a glassy lake.
”That’s all this is. You got a fever, and we’re just dreaming,” he says, the words heavy as a promise. ”Or in your case I suppose it was a nightmare. But I came to pull you out of it.”
”No one has died, Remi. We’re dreaming,” he explains in a gentle voice, nodding out at the wispy mountains. He exhales softly, blowing out a stream of air, and if to prove it, the mountains before them part to reveal a glassy lake.
”That’s all this is. You got a fever, and we’re just dreaming,” he says, the words heavy as a promise. ”Or in your case I suppose it was a nightmare. But I came to pull you out of it.”
don't close your eyes
something beautiful is still alive
something beautiful is still alive
