we live in a world someone else imagined
"Never," Ronin assures his husband, his head shaking. He has never wanted to do this to Remi - not at this level of brutality, anyway. There's a difference between imagining a small startbolt as an act of grumpy vengeance and this. His eyes close as Remi's fingers come brushing against his cheeks, the Star pressing a gentle kiss against the inside of his wrist. It doesn't stop the guilt, but he still understands.
He's too wound up, still, to think of the repercussions should Ludo have wanted Remi to heal naturally from the attacks - at the news that he is able to help, he wastes no time. "Okay, hold on," he mumbles, carefully gathering Remi against his chest and shielding the Lullaby's eyes against the light, before unleashing the supernova. Nothing around them counts as Ronin's enemy, so when the world clears, it remains untouched - but hopefully his husband should be feeling better.
He's too wound up, still, to think of the repercussions should Ludo have wanted Remi to heal naturally from the attacks - at the news that he is able to help, he wastes no time. "Okay, hold on," he mumbles, carefully gathering Remi against his chest and shielding the Lullaby's eyes against the light, before unleashing the supernova. Nothing around them counts as Ronin's enemy, so when the world clears, it remains untouched - but hopefully his husband should be feeling better.
the dark star
