not alone

and on to the glory at my right hand

As the herd flees and Remi lands, he'll find his husband watching them depart with wings spread and blood turning one side of his face red. A shudder runs through him, almost imperceptible but nonetheless poignant, as he tries to decide whether or not the luxere are worth pursuing. Remi will feel Ronin's heartbeat on his finger as a slow and steady thing, no longer the fluttering of a prey animal, and when he turns to face the other man it's with a slow smile in his direction.

"Done?" he asks, his voice surprisingly soft and calm, all things considered. "Or we could chase them back towards the Kraai..." He doesn't know what he'd prefer currently, but as his eyes rake over the Lullaby, he could easily be convinced into whatever Remi wants.

ronin

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)