we live in a world someone else imagined
”Hey, you knew what I was when you married me, too. Me and my blueblood ways,” Ronin murmurs against Remi’s skin, turning his head to let it loll against his husband’s shoulder, peering up at him in the darkness with eyes of blue fire. He lets his hands wander the familiar contours of his husband’s body, every nick and scar, every muscle, a gentle smile touching his lips at the suggestion of a hunt, of something more.
The emotions that stir are not so gentle, even if Ronin barely changes on the outside. Remi will feel it, though, the inky blackness that wants to blot his veins with rage, the way his heart wants to spike with it. Beneath the sweetness of a Star slumbers the monster who once destroyed a holy place in his grief and rage. And Seren is gone, and gods but does he want to wake up.
”Maybe,” he whispers.
The emotions that stir are not so gentle, even if Ronin barely changes on the outside. Remi will feel it, though, the inky blackness that wants to blot his veins with rage, the way his heart wants to spike with it. Beneath the sweetness of a Star slumbers the monster who once destroyed a holy place in his grief and rage. And Seren is gone, and gods but does he want to wake up.
”Maybe,” he whispers.
the dark star
