RONIN
THE DARK STAR
"Ah," says Ronin, somewhat unhelpfully. As he feels the flush of upset radiate down the bond, though, he rolls onto his stomach and guides his nimbus closer to where Remi is tiptoeing along the side of the cliff. "That is a scary thought," he mumbles, rubbing a hand over the scruff on his chin. "And I guess it might be the case for some of them...? The Eirachi is always trying to make a deal, though, so maybe she won't mind being called."
That doesn't really help with his husband's feelings, though. Holding out a hand for the Lullaby, whether or not it's to help steady him or to playfully tug him onto the nimbus is sort of up to Remi. "Aw, so we can rescue each other when we need it the most?" he suggests with a grin. "Or we can be rescued by each other? I like it, either way."
That doesn't really help with his husband's feelings, though. Holding out a hand for the Lullaby, whether or not it's to help steady him or to playfully tug him onto the nimbus is sort of up to Remi. "Aw, so we can rescue each other when we need it the most?" he suggests with a grin. "Or we can be rescued by each other? I like it, either way."
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
