the wounds are open and bleeding out
Ronin can't help but smile to hear about their son, and the world around them warms and softens as well with the Star's love for both the Lullaby and the boy he's left behind. Still, all the reassurance in the world can't ease the knot of leaden guilt in his stomach, and he lets out a long breath and shrugs. "It feels like I am," he mutters, glancing up just as hesitantly to meet Remi's eyes. "I have three children - somehow - and I've never seen any of them grow up."
His hand comes up to cover Remi's, his kisses moving from wrist to fingertips, and slowly they begin to sink into the moss. It's set to swallow them up into warmth and love and darkness until the Lullaby mentions trying to pluck some of the flower petals here, and he arches an eyebrow. "I suppose it might work...?" He sounds uncertain, Ronin focusing hard before a bloom with deep red petals appears in his free hand. "Might just be a dream flower," he mumbles. "A memory of the one in my room."
His hand comes up to cover Remi's, his kisses moving from wrist to fingertips, and slowly they begin to sink into the moss. It's set to swallow them up into warmth and love and darkness until the Lullaby mentions trying to pluck some of the flower petals here, and he arches an eyebrow. "I suppose it might work...?" He sounds uncertain, Ronin focusing hard before a bloom with deep red petals appears in his free hand. "Might just be a dream flower," he mumbles. "A memory of the one in my room."
THE
DARK STAR
