we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"Well, when you've got a secret weapon like this one around, I think it's very wise of me to play it safe," Ronin informs his husband, beaming at Mateo and scrunching his nose up. With a shiver of willpower, he partially shifts his antlers into view, the soft glow illuminating the area around them as well as his dazzle. "Excuse me, you should be making sure you look your best for our son, so he doesn't envisage you as some kind of forest monster. Unless that's the look you're going for," he says, shooting Remi a playful look.
Snorting and nudging Remi gently with his elbow, he leans further against his husband and relaxes in his seat. "I'll have you know, I was taken here by the head of the Order himself. In retrospect, the fucker probably knew it would be my downfall." He groans, both at how easily he's been led and also for the hangover to come.
"That is absolutely how I look right now, and I would thank you to keep your snickering to yourself. I am delicate. I won, though." He smirks.
Snorting and nudging Remi gently with his elbow, he leans further against his husband and relaxes in his seat. "I'll have you know, I was taken here by the head of the Order himself. In retrospect, the fucker probably knew it would be my downfall." He groans, both at how easily he's been led and also for the hangover to come.
"That is absolutely how I look right now, and I would thank you to keep your snickering to yourself. I am delicate. I won, though." He smirks.
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
