the wounds are open and bleeding out
The Star's heart thunders in his chest, something that Remi will likely feel against him as he holds him close. And Ronin goes willingly, his arms slipping around the alchemist in return, his face buried against the side of the other man's neck. Quite when his cheeks became wet he doesn't know, but the idea of broken promises between two men who don't make them as a rule is enough to fill him with renewed fury.
But he's not alone, even if it's a dream, even if it's not real, and Remi's anger is there right alongside his own. Maybe it's that which allows Ronin to finally let it go, and slow, grey clouds begin to drift lazily through the punctures in space that they've made. "And we did do anything, while we were together," he agrees. "Now we're not, and... well, it's the rest of the world that's going to feel that problem."
And fuck them, honestly. Ronin just wants to get back home to his husband and his son.
But he's not alone, even if it's a dream, even if it's not real, and Remi's anger is there right alongside his own. Maybe it's that which allows Ronin to finally let it go, and slow, grey clouds begin to drift lazily through the punctures in space that they've made. "And we did do anything, while we were together," he agrees. "Now we're not, and... well, it's the rest of the world that's going to feel that problem."
And fuck them, honestly. Ronin just wants to get back home to his husband and his son.
THE
DARK STAR
