you are terrifying and strange and beautiful
"We are talking about you," Ronin says sweetly rather than showing Remi his wrists, and as the other man nestles against his neck, he busies himself nosing against his unruly curls and kissing the crown of his head. "That is absolutely true," he concedes, the words mumbled into Remi's hair, "and you do have me. You will always have me. But the one thing tentacles can't do is make you stop being in pain."
And that's something Ronin would take away above all else, because however blissfully happy they are and however perfect the setting, pain like the sort Remi has to live with takes its toll. If his husband's arm were useless but painless, too, that would be another matter. "It's a suggestion, nothing more," he assures him, but he does feel good to know he's right (don't they both?). "And at least for now, if nothing else, you have your compass back."
And that's something Ronin would take away above all else, because however blissfully happy they are and however perfect the setting, pain like the sort Remi has to live with takes its toll. If his husband's arm were useless but painless, too, that would be another matter. "It's a suggestion, nothing more," he assures him, but he does feel good to know he's right (don't they both?). "And at least for now, if nothing else, you have your compass back."
The huntsman
