RONIN
the darkstar
The sun is beginning to set on the LongHeat season, but that doesn’t make the days any less sweltering or the nights any less balmy. They’re still packing, still arranging and re-arranging things in the wagon so that they’ll be able to travel comfortably (and all fit in there, and gods but Ianto has a lot of stuff, and so do they, as well as a baby). Ronin has decided they ought to spend a few nights out in it, so the two of them - and Mateo - can get used to it while they’re still in reach of the house.
And it’s a glorious morning, truly; Ronin is sitting on the steps of the Wishing Wagon, having had a surprisingly decent sleep given that they have a newborn. Not all is well, though, and the Star rubs at the back of his neck as if trying to stop from touching anything else. Anything else, to any who are watching, will be quite obvious in the horror show of Ronin’s antlers. The partial shift is more comfortable than not right now, even if it’s pretty gory to look at. The bloody velvet is still half stripped from the bone, and Ronin looks more like a frightening forest guardian than a demigod.
And it’s a glorious morning, truly; Ronin is sitting on the steps of the Wishing Wagon, having had a surprisingly decent sleep given that they have a newborn. Not all is well, though, and the Star rubs at the back of his neck as if trying to stop from touching anything else. Anything else, to any who are watching, will be quite obvious in the horror show of Ronin’s antlers. The partial shift is more comfortable than not right now, even if it’s pretty gory to look at. The bloody velvet is still half stripped from the bone, and Ronin looks more like a frightening forest guardian than a demigod.
