arms give away your need
Ronin doesn’t even remember when the hammock became a bed, or where they are in relation to the world that Remi has created or them - and that’s okay, because he doesn’t need to. Not anymore, as their consciousness collapses together. Ronin can feel his husband vaguely in a physical sense, but more so in his heart and mind; the golden darkness of the alchemist’s nature melds against his own, star bright and black as a void, and it’s the most at home that he’s ever felt in his life.
He falls away from himself with it, until the dream closes around them in warm darkness, cradling two souls in harmony, two hearts beating in time with one another. And for all that the sickness has taken from them, for every tear shed and prayer whispered, Ronin will awaken from this feeling more well rested than he has done in a long, long while.
But it’s not time to wake up just yet. Not in reality, at least. In the dream the Star’s nap is broken by a sound that’s both familiar and utterly foreign to him. He stirs from where he’s tangled around Remi in his customary position as big spoon. The pair are curled in a four poster bed arranged with blankets and furs, as decadent and warm as anything they might imagine in their dreams. A pair of stag antlers is mounted above the bed, but that’s all Ronin can really notice at first as he peels his eyes open. No, he’s still trying to figure out that sound.
And then it hits him.
A baby’s cry.
He falls away from himself with it, until the dream closes around them in warm darkness, cradling two souls in harmony, two hearts beating in time with one another. And for all that the sickness has taken from them, for every tear shed and prayer whispered, Ronin will awaken from this feeling more well rested than he has done in a long, long while.
But it’s not time to wake up just yet. Not in reality, at least. In the dream the Star’s nap is broken by a sound that’s both familiar and utterly foreign to him. He stirs from where he’s tangled around Remi in his customary position as big spoon. The pair are curled in a four poster bed arranged with blankets and furs, as decadent and warm as anything they might imagine in their dreams. A pair of stag antlers is mounted above the bed, but that’s all Ronin can really notice at first as he peels his eyes open. No, he’s still trying to figure out that sound.
And then it hits him.
A baby’s cry.
tie them up and around me
and play me as you please
RONIN
