the dark star
The dragoon barracks have a medical wing, and yet Ronin has been told to come here instead. Something something Order introduction, something something what do you mean you haven't had a physical check up for years, Mr. Taliesin? and so on. It's after dark when he arrives - again, he's been told this doesn't really matter, which, okay, but weird - and unfortunately Ronin is far from in a chipper mood.
It's still his first day in Stormbreak, and this is the last thing he's required to do before he can throw himself into sleep and see his husband again. He's got his little assigned quarters at his little assigned post, a uniform waiting for tomorrow (right now he's still in what he was wearing in the Greatwood, only now the shirt is buttoned, his hair is dry, and he's found boots to wear), the Star seeming tense and haggard as he taps on the door to the clinic's reception area.
"Hello?" he calls, itching at the stubble on his chin, Sugar trilling an echo of his greeting from her place draped across his shoulders.
It's still his first day in Stormbreak, and this is the last thing he's required to do before he can throw himself into sleep and see his husband again. He's got his little assigned quarters at his little assigned post, a uniform waiting for tomorrow (right now he's still in what he was wearing in the Greatwood, only now the shirt is buttoned, his hair is dry, and he's found boots to wear), the Star seeming tense and haggard as he taps on the door to the clinic's reception area.
"Hello?" he calls, itching at the stubble on his chin, Sugar trilling an echo of his greeting from her place draped across his shoulders.
a monster in my heart
a ghost inside my chest
a ghost inside my chest
RONIN
