I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
Blue eyes widen a fraction as he sees Remi suddenly drop, and for a traitorous second Ronin thinks he's put himself to sleep so he can sneak away and do whatever he likes to Sunjata (or the rest of Caido) in their peaceful slumbers. But the Lullaby's arms are around him, and the oil-slick emotion that washes over him is enough to have his breath catching in his throat.
"I'm here," he whispers, his fingers combing anew through the Lullaby's unruly curls. He doesn't care if it hurts, if he has to cut his hands on the thorns that coil around his husband to wrestle him back from the darkness. He's done it before and he'll do it a hundred times since. Because while the world around them is monstrous, they don't have to be that way as well. (Even if it's sorely tempting).
"I've got you," he continues, focusing on sun dappled mornings and the smell of fresh coffee, of the roar of waterfalls and the feel of feathers beneath their wings. "That still makes sense, at least. It always will."
"I'm here," he whispers, his fingers combing anew through the Lullaby's unruly curls. He doesn't care if it hurts, if he has to cut his hands on the thorns that coil around his husband to wrestle him back from the darkness. He's done it before and he'll do it a hundred times since. Because while the world around them is monstrous, they don't have to be that way as well. (Even if it's sorely tempting).
"I've got you," he continues, focusing on sun dappled mornings and the smell of fresh coffee, of the roar of waterfalls and the feel of feathers beneath their wings. "That still makes sense, at least. It always will."
RONIN
