the dark star
"It is so," Ronin agrees with a pout, though the flush of warmth in his thoughts tells that his emotions lean more towards pride and gratitude for his husband and the role he's chosen to play in all their battles thus far. He allows Remi to examine him as closely as he likes - especially if all that scrutiny eventually leads to tea and soup and hair pets - the Huntsman nodding quietly.
"We all got out okay. Torchline should be heating up again soon," he says, his free hand slipping around Remi's waist so he can press his palm against the other man's lower back, beneath his shirt. "Just in time for everything to go to shit. But I suppose it's better than dying in the cold."
"We all got out okay. Torchline should be heating up again soon," he says, his free hand slipping around Remi's waist so he can press his palm against the other man's lower back, beneath his shirt. "Just in time for everything to go to shit. But I suppose it's better than dying in the cold."
a monster in my heart
a ghost inside my chest
a ghost inside my chest
RONIN
