RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
The best part about dreams is that Ronin doesn’t have to think about where they are going; more ice and snow-capped trees spring up around them as they skate, leaving him to concentrate wholly on Remi. He leans in to kiss the Lullaby, his lips warm against the chill of the air around, and he hugs him all the closer for it. ”I can’t even imagine,” he whispers, not wanting to think about how long it’s been for Remi. ”You’ve got me for a long while now, at least.” Why? Because he’s decided it, that’s why, and the world bends to their thoughts.
”The cure is in the Climb. In the hot springs water,” he explains, nuzzling a stubbled cheek against Remi’s to be purposely annoying. ”Amalia had some in a canteen. I was there when she drank it, yesterday. She’s better. She’s not sick any more, Remi. She’ll be coming with us through Halo, to the Climb. You’ll be better soon.”
”The cure is in the Climb. In the hot springs water,” he explains, nuzzling a stubbled cheek against Remi’s to be purposely annoying. ”Amalia had some in a canteen. I was there when she drank it, yesterday. She’s better. She’s not sick any more, Remi. She’ll be coming with us through Halo, to the Climb. You’ll be better soon.”
show me your darkness.
