I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
Ronin complies instantly, and the light that burns within him is much more than metaphorical when it comes to Remi, lending a soft glow to their room that is only stifled by the stretch of the other man's body over his own. Lips press, soft and sweet and forgiving, and he shifts to reverse their positions only as the Lullaby's words echo through his mind.
Never, he vows, and although he doesn't say it out loud, the word seems to vibrate through him all the same. His affections migrate from Remi's lips and onto his cheeks, as if kissing away his tears is the same as taking up his pain and swallowing it for himself. From cheeks to jawline to the scarred column of his neck, Ronin only pauses to pull his shirt over his head.
Never, he repeats, as if his weight alone would be enough to keep Remi pinned against fragrant sheets and the comfortable press of the mattress. Whatever you have become, I'll hold your hand to walk you back to where you want to be. I promise. Unaware when his own eyes had started to prickle, Ronin glances up at his one and only and tries on a smile.
"Gods, I really do love you," he whispers.
Never, he vows, and although he doesn't say it out loud, the word seems to vibrate through him all the same. His affections migrate from Remi's lips and onto his cheeks, as if kissing away his tears is the same as taking up his pain and swallowing it for himself. From cheeks to jawline to the scarred column of his neck, Ronin only pauses to pull his shirt over his head.
Never, he repeats, as if his weight alone would be enough to keep Remi pinned against fragrant sheets and the comfortable press of the mattress. Whatever you have become, I'll hold your hand to walk you back to where you want to be. I promise. Unaware when his own eyes had started to prickle, Ronin glances up at his one and only and tries on a smile.
"Gods, I really do love you," he whispers.
RONIN
