we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"I think you look very handsome as a forest monster," Ronin informs his husband, all the while grinning up at Mateo as he lifts him into the air, the boy squealing his delight and tryng to grab at the luxere antlers. Ronin lets him, of course - he's hardly going to be able to pull them off, even with his terrifying infant strength. "Aw, I appreciate that though. Gotta let me shine while I can, eh?" He winks.
Pouting for good measure (this causes fresh cackling in their son), the Star accepts the kiss to his cheek as a very dignified form of forgiveness, before cradling Mateo close again and kissing his dark curls. The boy is overexcited and overtired, and yet Ronin gets the impression he won't be kept from deeper sleep for long. "No no, this time it was a fight club," he says proudly, grinning across at Remi. "People put bets on, and fight. It was... refreshing." Code for: I needed it, and it helped.
Pouting for good measure (this causes fresh cackling in their son), the Star accepts the kiss to his cheek as a very dignified form of forgiveness, before cradling Mateo close again and kissing his dark curls. The boy is overexcited and overtired, and yet Ronin gets the impression he won't be kept from deeper sleep for long. "No no, this time it was a fight club," he says proudly, grinning across at Remi. "People put bets on, and fight. It was... refreshing." Code for: I needed it, and it helped.
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
