the things we hold are always the first to go
Every word from Remi's lips is the truth, and it's with a pained frown that Ronin gently runs his fingers through the other man's curls, holding him close as if that will somehow help to brace them against the poor show they've made at parenthood. (And friendship, and every other kind of relationship beyond their own, it seems). "He really said that?" he whispers through a throat that's rapidly growing too tight to speak, the Huntsman letting out a shuddering sigh and shaking his head.
"I didn't even have the sense to think about Ever and Mateo when Finn mentioned he was leaving," he whispers with no small amount of shame. "Fuck. Fuck." Remi collapses bonelessly against him and Ronin relishes the weight of his body, absently smoothing his fingers against the back of the Lullaby's neck. I think we were good parents, back when it was just the Hollowed Grounds and the barrier and the guildhall, he admits, one of his shoulders lifting to wipe at his cheeks.
I'm so ashamed of us. I just... Remi, we have to change this. It can't be too late. I don't want Mateo to look back and only remember this.
"I didn't even have the sense to think about Ever and Mateo when Finn mentioned he was leaving," he whispers with no small amount of shame. "Fuck. Fuck." Remi collapses bonelessly against him and Ronin relishes the weight of his body, absently smoothing his fingers against the back of the Lullaby's neck. I think we were good parents, back when it was just the Hollowed Grounds and the barrier and the guildhall, he admits, one of his shoulders lifting to wipe at his cheeks.
I'm so ashamed of us. I just... Remi, we have to change this. It can't be too late. I don't want Mateo to look back and only remember this.
