we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"And yet here we are. But hey - that just means we need to hide from them even more," Ronin whispers, grinning and kissing the corner of Remi's mouth. And I love you, he whispers into his husband's mind, his hands gliding carefully over the Lullaby's torso to linger at the waistband of his pants. But yes - eggs.
Drawing back and trying to ignore his own penmanship that wants to make an appearance, Ronin tugs the towel from around his neck, gives his hair a final, cursory run over with it, and flings it over the back of a kitchen chair. "Well," he says, preparing the eggs over their stove, "I suppose back then we were very important and so on. And for what it's worth, you absolutely still are to me."
Sunnily said, Ronin beams across at the other man and feels, not for the first time and certainly not for the last, how very lucky he is to have this with Remi. "If you are feeling sentimental, we could always go visiting," he adds. Maybe it sounds a bit like a threat?
Drawing back and trying to ignore his own penmanship that wants to make an appearance, Ronin tugs the towel from around his neck, gives his hair a final, cursory run over with it, and flings it over the back of a kitchen chair. "Well," he says, preparing the eggs over their stove, "I suppose back then we were very important and so on. And for what it's worth, you absolutely still are to me."
Sunnily said, Ronin beams across at the other man and feels, not for the first time and certainly not for the last, how very lucky he is to have this with Remi. "If you are feeling sentimental, we could always go visiting," he adds. Maybe it sounds a bit like a threat?
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
