we live in a world someone else imagined
The way Ronin's brows furrow tells Remi everything he needs to know about what the Star thinks about this, and he shifts the other man in his arms so the branches haven't a chance at touching him. "So to get my supernova, I'd have to hit you with the supernova. Not heal you with it," he mutters, wrinkling his nose. The Stonesong appears before them now, Ronin following the fresh and rippling current towards their piles of clothes before he sets Remi down.
"The nimbus is just... a seat that flies," he says with a soft huff of laughter, shrugging his shoulder. "I'm the attacker, I think. So... I guess the projection and the shooting stars are the easiest. Do you want to do both now...?"
"The nimbus is just... a seat that flies," he says with a soft huff of laughter, shrugging his shoulder. "I'm the attacker, I think. So... I guess the projection and the shooting stars are the easiest. Do you want to do both now...?"
the dark star
