we live in a world someone else imagined
"I don't know that Gideon was killed by Sam," Ronin mumbles. "But I haven't seen him... not at the temple or around the Tower. If he's not dead, he's certainly missing..." But that still doesn't give any clues about the context of it all. "As soon as I figure it out, though, I'll regale you with the story. With my cane. I want it to have a dragon's head." The tale will contain several embellishments about his own heroics too, naturally. That's Ronin's prerogative.
"Please don't." He doesn't expect it to sound so pathetic, the plea for Remi to stay out of the grounds, but there's no saving face once the words have already left his lips. Straightening up, he's already trying to fumble his shirt open when the alchemist comes to help, revealing a body covered in bruises and soot and still healing burns. "Not without me."
The kisses and the acts of easy acceptance are enough to have Ronin's eyes stinging, and he lets out a shuddering sigh and nods to his husband. "I'm sorry."
"Please don't." He doesn't expect it to sound so pathetic, the plea for Remi to stay out of the grounds, but there's no saving face once the words have already left his lips. Straightening up, he's already trying to fumble his shirt open when the alchemist comes to help, revealing a body covered in bruises and soot and still healing burns. "Not without me."
The kisses and the acts of easy acceptance are enough to have Ronin's eyes stinging, and he lets out a shuddering sigh and nods to his husband. "I'm sorry."
the dark star
