we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"If you ever did that, I'd slap away even more of it from you," Ronin says in playful warning with a waggle of his eyebrows back at his husband; to say that he's reluctant for Remi to start giving away his lifeforce for the sake of other people is an understatement, even when it's to him. Especially when it's to him.
But anyway.
Dropping towards the other man in the hope of taking him down in the wake of his starbolts, Ronin is shooketh to find that Remi has promptly disappeared, only to reappear right the fuck behind him - in the air.
"Wh--" With both Taliesins refusing to finish their sentences, Ronin focuses instead on the tuck and roll aspect of his descent, and he springs into a crouch just as Remi gets himself upright. "You idiot." He grumbles affectionately, scrambling to try and get his husband into a playful headlock. "That's enough training for you for one day, I think."
But anyway.
Dropping towards the other man in the hope of taking him down in the wake of his starbolts, Ronin is shooketh to find that Remi has promptly disappeared, only to reappear right the fuck behind him - in the air.
"Wh--" With both Taliesins refusing to finish their sentences, Ronin focuses instead on the tuck and roll aspect of his descent, and he springs into a crouch just as Remi gets himself upright. "You idiot." He grumbles affectionately, scrambling to try and get his husband into a playful headlock. "That's enough training for you for one day, I think."
THE SUPERNOVA
and continue fighting
