we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"Mm, I'd say it wasn't as much as I miss you both, but we'll just call it a draw, shall we?" Ronin murmurs, the sound of their son's laughter surpassing any music he might hear in Stormbreak. The Star will also awaken to feel the void where his husband and his child should be, but for now this is perfection. Glancing up and holding Mateo nestled against his shoulder, he squints at the dreamscape distance and snorts his laughter to Remi. "Our son is giving you away," he warns. "You're a lot hairier than I left you."
Not that he minds - they are coping, each in their own ways, and the fact that they can cultivate these moments together is everything. "These are the Silk Houses, by the way," he says softly, gesturing to the patio, the bustling street, the music and food stalls and the smell of coffee sweetened with honey and whiskey. "Entertainment district, as far as I understand."
Not that he minds - they are coping, each in their own ways, and the fact that they can cultivate these moments together is everything. "These are the Silk Houses, by the way," he says softly, gesturing to the patio, the bustling street, the music and food stalls and the smell of coffee sweetened with honey and whiskey. "Entertainment district, as far as I understand."
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
