we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"I beg to differ, dear husband," Ronin drawls with a grin between both Remi and Deimos - his death has indeed become gallows humour in all but the most serious of circumstances, of which this is not one of them - and it's with a surprised but welcome flare of satisfaction that he watches the fire roar to life. Taking a healthy gulp of his drink, Ronin gets back on his feet only for a moment so he can hurry to their icebox and pantry.
"River stars, too...?" He frowns as he returns, laden with potatoes to bake in the embers of the fire, a leg of alpina and venison, and some other vegetables to char. "So the changes are pretty widespread, then...?" Alright, that was a little more worrying, the Nova assembling their meal to cook over the heat before plopping into a chair next to Remi.
Wedding talk is a welcome change, and he reaches out to affectionately nudge his husband with his elbow. "I hope it's everything both you and Evie want on the day," he says with genuine warmth. "It's been a while since there was a celebration like this."
"River stars, too...?" He frowns as he returns, laden with potatoes to bake in the embers of the fire, a leg of alpina and venison, and some other vegetables to char. "So the changes are pretty widespread, then...?" Alright, that was a little more worrying, the Nova assembling their meal to cook over the heat before plopping into a chair next to Remi.
Wedding talk is a welcome change, and he reaches out to affectionately nudge his husband with his elbow. "I hope it's everything both you and Evie want on the day," he says with genuine warmth. "It's been a while since there was a celebration like this."
THE SUPERNOVA
and continue fighting
