the wounds are open and bleeding out
"Come hell or high water," Ronin vows quietly, directing a sad smile up at Remi and leaning into the touch of his hand, the feel of him all around. He's twirling the bloom thoughtfully between his fingers when his husband is, of course, an actual genius, and Ronin raises his eyebrows at the identical flower that appears. "Well," he says softly, "I can hardly snub this opportunity, can I?" An easier smile curls across his lips now, and the Star carefully sits himself up; the earth rises against his back so he might lean more comfortably, Remi still in his lap so Ronin can keep him close.
His dream-flower has disappeared by now, the Star reaching out for the real thing, wondering what horrors this next adventure might hold. "At least if it's something really bad, I've got you to hold me down," he reasons, leaning in for a soft kiss. "Shall we?"
His dream-flower has disappeared by now, the Star reaching out for the real thing, wondering what horrors this next adventure might hold. "At least if it's something really bad, I've got you to hold me down," he reasons, leaning in for a soft kiss. "Shall we?"
THE
DARK STAR
