we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
”Mm,” Ronin says softly, ”that she would, without a doubt.” He smiles anyway, letting his fingers caress Remi’s cheek as his lips press so gently against his tattooed skin. It doesn’t seem possible to enjoy a moment like this, with his husband’s eyes drowning in black, with the beast just beneath his skin so close to the surface. But in truth, Ronin loves it. It’s dangerous, this love; a tightrope that he falls from, again and again, without caring.
They fall into step together, the wind howling up from the cliff sides, the rain needling down on them and stinging his skin where it touches. At Remi’s response, the Star bursts out laughing, turning to walk backwards and capturing his husband’s hands, tugging him close. Please resist arrest,” he says, his voice lowering to something challenging, a smirk curling at his lips. ”It’s been so long since I had an excuse to chase you.”
They fall into step together, the wind howling up from the cliff sides, the rain needling down on them and stinging his skin where it touches. At Remi’s response, the Star bursts out laughing, turning to walk backwards and capturing his husband’s hands, tugging him close. Please resist arrest,” he says, his voice lowering to something challenging, a smirk curling at his lips. ”It’s been so long since I had an excuse to chase you.”
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
