we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
Good? It’s a great day. Ronin’s fingers wander over Remi’s hip, his nose brushing across his husband’s unshaven cheek, and he sighs at the acknowledgement that they do need to do more than sit and wile away the morning together. Sugar drifts up to the clouds to leave them to it, the pale dragon wanting no part in chores, and it is with great reluctance that Ronin rises to his feet, offering the Alchemist a hand.
”A cloud? For you, anything.” He flashes him a charming grin, stepping back and gazing up at the moody sky. Curling a finger up, one of the clouds swoops down to them, but Ronin holds up a hand to stop it, glancing back to Remi. ”First, though. I might have... done something. It seemed like a very romantic and creative thing at the time.”
”A cloud? For you, anything.” He flashes him a charming grin, stepping back and gazing up at the moody sky. Curling a finger up, one of the clouds swoops down to them, but Ronin holds up a hand to stop it, glancing back to Remi. ”First, though. I might have... done something. It seemed like a very romantic and creative thing at the time.”
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
