I will fight the end
The sound of the voice is one he's come to expect, and blue eyes come to focus on Remi, bright with relief. For all that the Lullaby is cold and aloof, Ronin is a study in opposites. The Star is very much warm and alive and feeling, and that almost makes it worse. Because there are doubtlessly those who would believe that Ronin should feel horror at seeing his husband after everything that occurred. That he ought to be angry or disgusted, that he might flinch back or tell Remi to leave. At the very least to tell him that a line has been crossed.
But he doesn't.
It will get him killed one of these days (and that's more than a figure of speech, with his powers currently Safrin-bound), but as Ronin takes in his husband, a stoic and terrifying adonis in the glow of the torches, all the Star feels is love. Gods how he loves this man, for all the things he's done, for everything he might yet do.
"I couldn't get back to you," he says softly, choosing not to respond to the stilted remark borne from something Ronin can only guess at right now. "I couldn't leave the dream until I woke up. I left as soon as I could."
But he doesn't.
It will get him killed one of these days (and that's more than a figure of speech, with his powers currently Safrin-bound), but as Ronin takes in his husband, a stoic and terrifying adonis in the glow of the torches, all the Star feels is love. Gods how he loves this man, for all the things he's done, for everything he might yet do.
"I couldn't get back to you," he says softly, choosing not to respond to the stilted remark borne from something Ronin can only guess at right now. "I couldn't leave the dream until I woke up. I left as soon as I could."
'til the end is here
