the wounds are open and bleeding out
Ronin can't help but smile at that, leaning in to brush his nose against Remi's and close his eyes. The rain has started to fall now, and with it his temper begins to lose its thorniness. The water is a cold, refreshing patter against his skin, and he's about to let himself relax at last when suddenly his husband is simply gone. Blinking and rising to his feet as well, his shirt quickly soaked through, his dark mop of hair plastered to his forehead. "Sure," he says slowly, rubbing at the back of his neck.
His hands find their way into his pockets, Ronin turning slowly away to try and construct a world that's a little more to their liking. He conjures a treehouse, the earth beneath their feet turning to mossy boards, branches worming up and around them. "I won't pry, just come back to me when you're ready," he murmurs.
His hands find their way into his pockets, Ronin turning slowly away to try and construct a world that's a little more to their liking. He conjures a treehouse, the earth beneath their feet turning to mossy boards, branches worming up and around them. "I won't pry, just come back to me when you're ready," he murmurs.
THE
DARK STAR
