we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"Then I will. I'll let you know what I find out," Ronin murmurs, leaning in to kiss Remi's forehead and turning suddenly that he might draw the Lullaby across his chest. Ronin can think of nowhere else he'd rather be, and he contents himself with fussing over his husband's curls, his unruly beard, the scars and other marks that span across his back. All is not as serene as it seems with talk of Safrin, of course, and Remi will likely feel the Star's pulse increase, the spike of his emotions as they grow turbulent.
At least they can count on each other, more or less, to voice things these days. "It makes me feel as though she wanted him more," he admits, bitter and selfish and, given the wrinkle of his nose which very much suggests Ronin is fed up of himself, aware of it all too. "She gave him a choice because she already had me. She had to make Sunjata choose her, because now he can't go back on it."
At least they can count on each other, more or less, to voice things these days. "It makes me feel as though she wanted him more," he admits, bitter and selfish and, given the wrinkle of his nose which very much suggests Ronin is fed up of himself, aware of it all too. "She gave him a choice because she already had me. She had to make Sunjata choose her, because now he can't go back on it."
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
