RONIN
the dark star
"Mmm," Ronin says, a non-committal sort of sound that suggests he's already done something similar, but it's not so easily remedied. It's a similar feeling to the one his husband undoubtedly harbours towards the Greatwood, and so as Remi's arms slip around his waist, Ronin leans into the embrace for a precious few seconds. It might not be real, but if he lets himself fall hard enough into the dream, the Lullaby's warmth and strength are still there.
"Well," he says, "before you can draw that line, you need to know what's actually beyond that storm. Enough that you can draw a solid line." He shrugs his shoulders. "I don't know what to tell you, Remi. I just... want to come home, about now." Leaning in, he kisses his husband's forehead, keenly feeling their separation now that they're trying to suggest plans for one another.
"Well," he says, "before you can draw that line, you need to know what's actually beyond that storm. Enough that you can draw a solid line." He shrugs his shoulders. "I don't know what to tell you, Remi. I just... want to come home, about now." Leaning in, he kisses his husband's forehead, keenly feeling their separation now that they're trying to suggest plans for one another.
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
