we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"You are very cruel to me," Ronin is saying through an exasperated sigh, busy stretching out his arms and then his hamstrings as he gazes across at his husband through the wild, long grass. It's difficult to admit it but the Outer Brambles are really quite beautiful at Leafchange, reminding Ronin of their early seasons of marriage in the Grounds with the explosion of colour and the crisp, sweet breeze.
"Alright. But you need to tell me if this goes too far," he warns, reminded of their previous hit-me escapades when Remi had been testing out the copycat abilities Ludo had given him. He wonders briefly whether they still exist, but he saves those questions for later.
For now, it's with a casual drop of his arms that's at odds with the strike he unleashes that the Nova summons his starbolts, directing them with pinpoint accuracy towards the man he loves.
"Alright. But you need to tell me if this goes too far," he warns, reminded of their previous hit-me escapades when Remi had been testing out the copycat abilities Ludo had given him. He wonders briefly whether they still exist, but he saves those questions for later.
For now, it's with a casual drop of his arms that's at odds with the strike he unleashes that the Nova summons his starbolts, directing them with pinpoint accuracy towards the man he loves.
THE SUPERNOVA
and continue fighting
