RONIN
the darkstar
She knows better than to keep up the barrage of freezing cold against his skin for too long, and Ronin’s mental nudge reminds her besides, so she eases off for a moment no nudge at his cheek with her nose, huffing out a cool breath that tells him not to be so silly. Ronin, though, to hear his husband speak so, nearly collapses against the wall, tilting his head back and closing tired lids over stinging eyes.
”I wish you’d be courteous enough to let me lose mine with you,” he whispers, fingers drifting over his husband’s upper arms, the Star leaning forward again to bury his nose in curls stiff with frost. ”We just need to find a way to break the fever for good. I just...need a little more time, that’s all. I’m sorry. I miss you.”
”I wish you’d be courteous enough to let me lose mine with you,” he whispers, fingers drifting over his husband’s upper arms, the Star leaning forward again to bury his nose in curls stiff with frost. ”We just need to find a way to break the fever for good. I just...need a little more time, that’s all. I’m sorry. I miss you.”
