you've long seen your downfall, spelled out in another's bones
Remi and Ronin Taliesin are two grown ass men, both demigods, and have seen more war and death than most might dread hope for in their lifetimes.
And they are currently embroiled in a very heated game of hide-and-seek.
What had started out as curiosity - Ronin has never seen the Levinsward and its strange, electricity-charged air or its constant purr of thunder - has turned into a childish game, and the Nova is convinced he'll be able to find his husband in the long, dry grass just by catching his curls standing on end from the static.
"Ready or not, here I come!" he announces, as is the agreed rule, before he prowls away through the lightning fields. Ronin has never heard of Stephen King, but the yellow grasses and brooding, dark clouds overhead would remind him of one of the author's novels, if he had.
And they are currently embroiled in a very heated game of hide-and-seek.
What had started out as curiosity - Ronin has never seen the Levinsward and its strange, electricity-charged air or its constant purr of thunder - has turned into a childish game, and the Nova is convinced he'll be able to find his husband in the long, dry grass just by catching his curls standing on end from the static.
"Ready or not, here I come!" he announces, as is the agreed rule, before he prowls away through the lightning fields. Ronin has never heard of Stephen King, but the yellow grasses and brooding, dark clouds overhead would remind him of one of the author's novels, if he had.
RONIN
