RONIN
THE DARK STAR
"I want to say a few months, at least," Ronin says quietly, his brows furrowing. Ludo was a mysterious sort, but Safrin tended to at least offer a bit more clarity when she was able. And Ronin hadn't gotten the idea that war was imminent from her, not just yet anyway. Raising a brow right back at his husband, it's with gentle acceptance that he takes the anger and the sharpness in Remi's words, kissing his curls and letting his hands wander further down his shoulders and back, trying to tease the tension out of him.
"You know it will ask you to treat them all the same when war comes regardless," he says, not that the words are easy to conjure up. "I wonder if they are waiting for something to start it all off..." I wonder if they are waiting for you, is what he doesn't say and what he doesn't need to, and at the mere thought of it the surge of protectiveness for his husband rears its head again.
"Do you want me to deal with it?" he asks softly, suddenly. One word from Remi and Ronin would make sure the problem disappeared, whatever the cost.
"You know it will ask you to treat them all the same when war comes regardless," he says, not that the words are easy to conjure up. "I wonder if they are waiting for something to start it all off..." I wonder if they are waiting for you, is what he doesn't say and what he doesn't need to, and at the mere thought of it the surge of protectiveness for his husband rears its head again.
"Do you want me to deal with it?" he asks softly, suddenly. One word from Remi and Ronin would make sure the problem disappeared, whatever the cost.
now don’t you lose hope
I swear I never dream that we’re alone
I swear I still believe but I don’t know
