RONIN
the supernova
light is easy to love.
Quite without realising it, Ronin's arms have tightened protectively around his husband, and their kitchen is washed in a glow from the snarl of luxere antlers suddenly crowning his head. Grumbling his agreement about how he'd prefer to hear of their impending doom rather than having it broadcast through their minds, the Nova gives a gentle nod. "That does sound like something that falls under our jurisdiction, doesn't it," he murmurs.
"I'll let Noah and the others know we're planning to go as well. We can share whatever we find with them." And at least, while they've done sweet fucking nothing so far, save Remi's initial dash to and from the Starfall, they can say they're working on it now. "Shall we fly there?" he asks. No time like the present, after all.
"I'll let Noah and the others know we're planning to go as well. We can share whatever we find with them." And at least, while they've done sweet fucking nothing so far, save Remi's initial dash to and from the Starfall, they can say they're working on it now. "Shall we fly there?" he asks. No time like the present, after all.
show me your darkness.
