we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"Anytime we want," he whispers with a grin, surrendering his bottom lip to his husband's beastly advances and locking his arms more firmly around Remi as if to make sure he can't go anywhere, even as he tries to hook their sweatpants. "Leave 'em," he mumbles, his mouth still very occupied by the Lullaby as he rises to his feet. Given the nature of the past... however long it has been, Ronin doesn't feel particularly taxed, and yet his legs still want to play at being jelly as he adjusts Remi in his arms.
Leaving the alchemist to lock his legs around his waist, he walks them out of the bedroom and towards the kitchen without a thought to open curtains or windows or what time of day it might be. "If Nate shows up at the gate then we won't have to do anything. I'm quite certain that the Order and the Dragoons will have him in a small pile of dust before he gets further than a couple of steps," he mutters, equally as certain about the turbulence that would thread through their next meeting.
Scoffing, the Star presses a kiss against his husband's jaw. "No god talk, please," he mumbles. "It's not that I don't think it's important, but... right now isn't about them. Not any of them. It's about you and me."
Leaving the alchemist to lock his legs around his waist, he walks them out of the bedroom and towards the kitchen without a thought to open curtains or windows or what time of day it might be. "If Nate shows up at the gate then we won't have to do anything. I'm quite certain that the Order and the Dragoons will have him in a small pile of dust before he gets further than a couple of steps," he mutters, equally as certain about the turbulence that would thread through their next meeting.
Scoffing, the Star presses a kiss against his husband's jaw. "No god talk, please," he mumbles. "It's not that I don't think it's important, but... right now isn't about them. Not any of them. It's about you and me."
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
