the wounds are open and bleeding out
"I couldn't agree more," Ronin says, and even though he tries to keep from sounding too bitter about it, it's there. Remi won't be the only one saying I told you so should they eventually get the chance to work together on something, and the Star personally can't wait for that moment. Threading his fingers through Remi's hair and following suit by downing the rest of his drink, he bestows another kiss to his hudband's cheek and reaches again for the bottle that he might top them up.
"Seems a bit like a fairytail, doesn't it," he remarks of the Mathair and the other gods and goddesses, Ronin clinking his glass against Remi's. Burying his nose against the Lullaby's hair, his brow furrows to hear that the spirit in the tree is injured, of all things. Injured and somewhere... north-south? "I see," he says slowly. "What are you going to try and do, by going to find her?" he asks.
Not that it matters - not at the prospect of a field trip, and potentially seeing his husband for real. Ronin's smile is wide and positively charmed, the Star giving Remi a squeeze. "I don't know," he admits. "But I can always ask."
"Seems a bit like a fairytail, doesn't it," he remarks of the Mathair and the other gods and goddesses, Ronin clinking his glass against Remi's. Burying his nose against the Lullaby's hair, his brow furrows to hear that the spirit in the tree is injured, of all things. Injured and somewhere... north-south? "I see," he says slowly. "What are you going to try and do, by going to find her?" he asks.
Not that it matters - not at the prospect of a field trip, and potentially seeing his husband for real. Ronin's smile is wide and positively charmed, the Star giving Remi a squeeze. "I don't know," he admits. "But I can always ask."
THE
DARK STAR
