Go
deep throat
a cactus
Something, then. Good. While she’s sure Remi’s efforts were the best he could do, it’s hard to mimic the special kind of destruction the monsters can wreak.
“Just five more days,” she confirms. Days and nights, but it’s less exhausting to think of in one or the other. As Ronin settles in and leans against her, adjusting to keep his antlers off her own head, she agrees. Talking is overrated. “I’ll wake you if anything happens.” And she will, keeping a keen eye on the shadows that move outside their protective light. In this moment she almost thinks there’s hope for them, in their ability to circumvent the Gods’ actions.
When the deep thrum of the special monster rumbles in her body, she reaches around to his shoulder and rouse him, if the call itself hasn’t already.
{Fin}
“Just five more days,” she confirms. Days and nights, but it’s less exhausting to think of in one or the other. As Ronin settles in and leans against her, adjusting to keep his antlers off her own head, she agrees. Talking is overrated. “I’ll wake you if anything happens.” And she will, keeping a keen eye on the shadows that move outside their protective light. In this moment she almost thinks there’s hope for them, in their ability to circumvent the Gods’ actions.
When the deep thrum of the special monster rumbles in her body, she reaches around to his shoulder and rouse him, if the call itself hasn’t already.
{Fin}
