and on to the glory at my right hand
Ronin shouldn't feel glad at the sight of his husband, all caged violence and tightrope fury as he is. He shouldn't feel glad, but fuck, he does. Letting out a breath that it feels like he's been holding since Remi first stepped into the Kraai, he waits until there's snow crunching under foot and the patrons (and the smug bartender) are out of sight before his wings stretch from his shoulders.
"I have no doubt," he whispers, the shadows cast on his face from the light from the Kraai making him look ghoulish. "Let's fly? We can land when you're ready, when we're far enough away." Because gods if he doesn't want to turn his back on the Citadel right now. "It's done though?" He has to check, even though he knows Remi wouldn't have left without completing his task.
"I have no doubt," he whispers, the shadows cast on his face from the light from the Kraai making him look ghoulish. "Let's fly? We can land when you're ready, when we're far enough away." Because gods if he doesn't want to turn his back on the Citadel right now. "It's done though?" He has to check, even though he knows Remi wouldn't have left without completing his task.
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