we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
Letting out a gentle laugh, Ronin winds his arms around Remi in return, pressing kiss after kiss to the Alchemist’s curls, his cheeks, his forehead. ”Then what?” he asks, before the attention turns to his ruined antlers. Groaning as he’s reminded of the sight of them, the Star wrinkles his nose and flinches a bit when Remi’s fingers come up towards them.
”Mmhm,” he says through a sigh. ”Vai says they’ll grow out during Longheat, all velvety and nice. And then there’ll be a horror show worse than this one when they turn to bone.” It sounds awful, and it feels worse. ”I feel less like a proud and prancing luxere, to be sure.”
”Mmhm,” he says through a sigh. ”Vai says they’ll grow out during Longheat, all velvety and nice. And then there’ll be a horror show worse than this one when they turn to bone.” It sounds awful, and it feels worse. ”I feel less like a proud and prancing luxere, to be sure.”
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
