we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
Holding onto his husband's hand like a lifeline, Ronin shifts to his feet only to sink back down in the chair beside Remi, as he has done so many times in their past. "The Boneyard it is, then," he murmurs with a gentle smile. "Wherever you feel is best. I can't give you back your wings, but I can be them for you until we figure something else out." Leaning in, he presses a soft kiss to the other man's cheek. "Do you want me to write some letters asking them to meet us there?"
Letting his thumb run along the back of Remi's hand, Ronin leans in again, this time to rest his head on the Lullaby's shoulder. "If I could speak to Aoife again, I'd tell her I miss her, I love her, and I'm sorry," he murmurs. "I know what I should say as well, but... that's the truth of it. Perhaps Enzo will have more to say to you than the other way around...?"
Letting his thumb run along the back of Remi's hand, Ronin leans in again, this time to rest his head on the Lullaby's shoulder. "If I could speak to Aoife again, I'd tell her I miss her, I love her, and I'm sorry," he murmurs. "I know what I should say as well, but... that's the truth of it. Perhaps Enzo will have more to say to you than the other way around...?"
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
