it's a long way home

Ronin was already smiling wickedly at the prospect of being able to name Remi's new and delightfully monstrous form, and his face fell as the other man (rightly) reconsidered. "One would think you didn't want to be called the Winged Fuckery or something," he said, sighing dramatically. He had no chance of keeping a straight face when he was already so childishly amused, and Ronin broke into laughter at Remi's deadpan response. He did, however, lean in and kiss his lover's cheek. "After my behaviour today, I'll take any and every part of you that you're willing to give, and be blissful with it," he informed him, sitting back to watch as his arm was cleaned up. "Mm, this was not my finest hour, was it?" Ronin agreed softly, wincing as the bandage was wrapped around his arm and yet seeming glad for it, as if the wound hurting meant he was still human. "Thank you," he said. "For everything." RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.