devils in the canyon

Remi's words are warm with the sort of understanding that simultaneously makes Ronin sick and makes him hopelessly, wonderfully in love with his husband. The grumble that leaves him is annoyed at best, and though the Wicker Woman continues to char and smoulder in his wake, the Star lets the feathers sink back into his skin. It leaves him pale (the tan of Torchline is long past) and exhausted and... naked, obviously, all of the fire having smouldered away his clothes. "Gods damn you for being so incredible," he mutters through the softly pattering rain, Ronin stepping forward to reach for his husband as if he's the only thing in the world that has a chance of containing him. And he really might be, honestly. "I'm sorry. You said I'd be angry, but I... I suppose I didn't really believe you. How did you know I'd react like that?" RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving