RONIN
the dark star
He has seen Remi in many different places in their time together; in a lot of moods, through highs and lows and all things in between. But Ronin has never seen this particular toxic cocktail, his blue eyes flicking over each and every part of the Lullaby as he reaches out behind him and softly locks the bathroom door. It isn't to stop someone coming in - it's to stop Remi getting out, hilarious though the thought may be that something as flimsy as solid oak would stop his husband.
It's bad, worse than he could have foreseen, but swallowing that reality will have to wait. The plea through the Attuned bond they share tugs at all the heartstrings he shares with Remi, and though his pulse has quickened and his mind is still trying to comprehend things, he softly nods. "Okay," he says, almost like he's trying to tell himself, and then again, "Okay."
A deep breath is all it takes, and behind Remi the warm and solid presence of Ronin's projection will appear, to either tease or wrestle him away from the basin. Either way, once he's upright the real Huntsman will move in, closing the distance between them to seal his lips with a balm against the chaos. He lets thoughts and feelings flood out in all the ways he knows how; they are here for their family, and they are all here together because it's how they always will be. And one little Spyglass, however bone-deep the poison might go, is not enough to topple Remi.
"We'll make our excuses before dessert," he whispers against Remi's lips, guiding the Lullaby's hands against him, even as one of his own slips beneath the other man's shirt, pressing against the small of his back. Love and reassurance radiate down the bond between them, his touch strong and insistent as if the feelings might melt down through his fingers and into Remi's skin. "We'll drink our wine and make our small talk, and when we're done, there will be this and more to look forward to." This and more involving being sandwiched between two Ronins again, if that's what it takes. "Do you think you can manage that with me?"
It's bad, worse than he could have foreseen, but swallowing that reality will have to wait. The plea through the Attuned bond they share tugs at all the heartstrings he shares with Remi, and though his pulse has quickened and his mind is still trying to comprehend things, he softly nods. "Okay," he says, almost like he's trying to tell himself, and then again, "Okay."
A deep breath is all it takes, and behind Remi the warm and solid presence of Ronin's projection will appear, to either tease or wrestle him away from the basin. Either way, once he's upright the real Huntsman will move in, closing the distance between them to seal his lips with a balm against the chaos. He lets thoughts and feelings flood out in all the ways he knows how; they are here for their family, and they are all here together because it's how they always will be. And one little Spyglass, however bone-deep the poison might go, is not enough to topple Remi.
"We'll make our excuses before dessert," he whispers against Remi's lips, guiding the Lullaby's hands against him, even as one of his own slips beneath the other man's shirt, pressing against the small of his back. Love and reassurance radiate down the bond between them, his touch strong and insistent as if the feelings might melt down through his fingers and into Remi's skin. "We'll drink our wine and make our small talk, and when we're done, there will be this and more to look forward to." This and more involving being sandwiched between two Ronins again, if that's what it takes. "Do you think you can manage that with me?"
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
