arms give away your need
Ronin isn’t sorry either, and it feels like more than a wine stain has infected this home that was so bright only a moment before. He jerks his head in a nod as Remi goes out for some air, the Star backing up a clumsy few steps to slouch down onto the bottom stair. His throat has closed around any words he wants to say, and even as he lets himself break down, to sob into his hands, he’s terrified that little hands will come to tug at his shirt, that little arms will throw themselves around his neck for a piggyback.
The dream is so real, Aoife is so real here that he wants to recoil from it, and he’s helpless to do anything for Remi in the moment. He wants to go after him, wants to wrap him up and tell him it’s okay, but it isn’t. Nothing about it is okay. ”I should go,” he manages eventually, his voice small and clogged with misery. ”This is yours. I don’t want to ruin this for you.”
The dream is so real, Aoife is so real here that he wants to recoil from it, and he’s helpless to do anything for Remi in the moment. He wants to go after him, wants to wrap him up and tell him it’s okay, but it isn’t. Nothing about it is okay. ”I should go,” he manages eventually, his voice small and clogged with misery. ”This is yours. I don’t want to ruin this for you.”
tie them up and around me
and play me as you please
RONIN
