the wounds are open and bleeding out
Whilst his husband continues to calm himself using whatever means necessary, Ronin is busy furnishing his treehouse. He's filled bookshelves and decorated the canopies with lights, and when Remi finally approaches he's putting the finishing touches into their bed; a magnificent thing that erupts out of the trunk of the tree itself. "I'm your mess," he says softly, apparently soothed by the act of creation. He turns in time for Remi to muss his hair, his smile warming, and his wet clothes are suddenly replaced by a pair of tartan pajama pants.
"Want to come and drink in bed with me? I'll read us one of the stories from the bookshelf," Ronin offers, gesturing to the books and the bottle of deep red wine behind him. The iron cups from before have come to join them, pulling the threads of their dream through whatever madness they walk.
"Want to come and drink in bed with me? I'll read us one of the stories from the bookshelf," Ronin offers, gesturing to the books and the bottle of deep red wine behind him. The iron cups from before have come to join them, pulling the threads of their dream through whatever madness they walk.
THE
DARK STAR
