the wounds are open and bleeding out
Ronin smiles warmly back at his husband, strolling to the bookshelf and selecting something for them to read - he settles on fairytales, of course, clambering into bed as well and burrowing himself as obnoxiously as possible into the covers with Remi. When he emerges, propped up against the pillows, he's pretty much dragged the Lullaby back against his chest so he can loop his arms around him and hold his wine as he reads.
"Cheers," he murmurs, clinking the flute against Remi's and leaning in to kiss the line of his jaw, flicking to a random story. "Mm, this one's about a gingerbread house and a witch," he says, the words mumbled against Remi's cheek before he pauses to take another drink. "Reckon the witch wins at the end?"
"Cheers," he murmurs, clinking the flute against Remi's and leaning in to kiss the line of his jaw, flicking to a random story. "Mm, this one's about a gingerbread house and a witch," he says, the words mumbled against Remi's cheek before he pauses to take another drink. "Reckon the witch wins at the end?"
THE
DARK STAR
