the wounds are open and bleeding out
"I can appreciate that at least," Ronin said with a grin, clicking the door shut after Remi and moving to flop down on the small bunk that had served them for those first few months after Aoife's death. It was cozy, and familiar in a way that the guildhall in the Hollowed Grounds used to be. The cottage nearby would likely have the same feel, in time.
Ronin stretched, smiling as Remi's fingers came dancing across his chest. He reached up to catch the Alchemist's hand, pressing his lips to his fingertips and glancing across at him in the shadows of the wagon. "Well if they go ignored and he does get murdered, Neron Launceleyn only has himself to blame," he reasoned. "And they might well be. But we are Taliesins, and they have no idea what's coming."
Ronin stretched, smiling as Remi's fingers came dancing across his chest. He reached up to catch the Alchemist's hand, pressing his lips to his fingertips and glancing across at him in the shadows of the wagon. "Well if they go ignored and he does get murdered, Neron Launceleyn only has himself to blame," he reasoned. "And they might well be. But we are Taliesins, and they have no idea what's coming."
THE
DARK STAR
