the wounds are open and bleeding out
Ronin takes note of the feathers, the flustering, the way his husband grabs his jaw, and he leans forward pointedly for another kiss, as if to wipe away the anxiety and the awkwardness. It helps, of course, with the Lullaby catching his hand and placing it on his hip, Ronin turning to further entangle himself around Remi. It's never the same as actually being there, but gods if it isn't better than nothing at all. "Mm, I thought so too," he says of the flowers, the words mumbled against his lips.
"I bloody hope it's a quest," he says, scoffing and flopping onto his back, drawing Remi astride him. "Otherwise I'm just torturing myself for nothing. I'd rather torture myself to go and see you, personally. And hey, if I get it done before you head off for the swamp-place-land-thing, I technically don't have to leave Stormbreak at all to join you." He winks.
"I bloody hope it's a quest," he says, scoffing and flopping onto his back, drawing Remi astride him. "Otherwise I'm just torturing myself for nothing. I'd rather torture myself to go and see you, personally. And hey, if I get it done before you head off for the swamp-place-land-thing, I technically don't have to leave Stormbreak at all to join you." He winks.
THE
DARK STAR
