we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"That's kind of you to say," Ronin murmurs, smiling softly at the mere notion of peace now that the world has become so turbulent again. "After the war we lived up in the Cordillera for a couple of years. That was very peaceful, despite what you might think for a place so dangerous." No neighbours, no visitors, and nothing that could pose much of a threat to two demigods.
"We decided it was about time we paid attention to current events again, though." Just in time for everything to go to purple-hued hell as it happens. Anyway.
Clearly Ronin finds the idea of shopping much more interesting than imminent void threats; he all but lights up to hear that Maea is looking for a dress. "Do you need any help?" he asks. "It's been a long time since I was in a place like this." As for what Remi likes, the Nova lets out a warm laugh.
"Remi would walk around in a burlap sack if it was up to him," he says of his lover's dress sense. "Sometimes what he gravitates towards and what he'd like are very different. I'll know it when I see it." And it will probably be outlandish and beautiful and overstated; precisely the opposite of the Lullaby's usual tastes.
"We decided it was about time we paid attention to current events again, though." Just in time for everything to go to purple-hued hell as it happens. Anyway.
Clearly Ronin finds the idea of shopping much more interesting than imminent void threats; he all but lights up to hear that Maea is looking for a dress. "Do you need any help?" he asks. "It's been a long time since I was in a place like this." As for what Remi likes, the Nova lets out a warm laugh.
"Remi would walk around in a burlap sack if it was up to him," he says of his lover's dress sense. "Sometimes what he gravitates towards and what he'd like are very different. I'll know it when I see it." And it will probably be outlandish and beautiful and overstated; precisely the opposite of the Lullaby's usual tastes.
THE SUPERNOVA
and continue fighting
