the wounds are open and bleeding out
"I am terribly sorry," Ronin murmurs, his voice a little muffled against his husband's knuckles, and he sounds as though he means every single word. Drawing back and giving his hands a squeeze, Ronin reaches for a bottle of whiskey that had appeared as if by magic, pouring a generous measure into each of their cups. "I ought to find something to put me to sleep a bit easier. Wine only goes so far," he says by way of explanation. "Mm, maybe there is a time difference though. If there is, I'll go to sleep in the middle of the day if I have to If it means getting to see you."
Clinking his cup against Remi's and taking a long drink, the Star slings his arm around his husband and shuffles closer so they might sit and enjoy each other's company. His eyebrows shoot up, however, to hear the news about Frey, and he can't help but look thoroughly impressed. "My, my," he says, pressing a kiss against his temple. "You must have left one heck of an offering, Remi. What'd you go to see them about?"
Clinking his cup against Remi's and taking a long drink, the Star slings his arm around his husband and shuffles closer so they might sit and enjoy each other's company. His eyebrows shoot up, however, to hear the news about Frey, and he can't help but look thoroughly impressed. "My, my," he says, pressing a kiss against his temple. "You must have left one heck of an offering, Remi. What'd you go to see them about?"
THE
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