even my darkness shines for you
The dragoons are all standing around like they're waiting for October to conduct his last rites or something, and it has Ronin snickering to himself through a mouthful of blood. "For cryin' out loud, jus' go," he tells them with another half-hearted flap of his hand. He'd very likely have a twinkle in his eye too, if he was able, but as it is he has to just rely on Sugar's croon of affection towards the doctor.
It's with a great amount of trepidation and reluctance that the soldiers back off, leaving only the one who had spoken to her initially. "We'll make sure somewhere's prepared for his recovery," he says, unsure whether that recovery will actually happen or not. Or who he's supposed to tell about it. Does a resident demigod go higher than the dragoon rankings? Thoughts for another time.
Once they're alone, Ronin offers her a sunny smile. "You just wanna take my clothes off again," he accuses, a hand finding the shaft of the spear. He looks as though he wants to give it a half-hearted pull, but the thing is stuck fast. "What if," he suggests, "we both tug on my shaft, and then... then..." Nah, the joke is too much. He's giggling again.
It's with a great amount of trepidation and reluctance that the soldiers back off, leaving only the one who had spoken to her initially. "We'll make sure somewhere's prepared for his recovery," he says, unsure whether that recovery will actually happen or not. Or who he's supposed to tell about it. Does a resident demigod go higher than the dragoon rankings? Thoughts for another time.
Once they're alone, Ronin offers her a sunny smile. "You just wanna take my clothes off again," he accuses, a hand finding the shaft of the spear. He looks as though he wants to give it a half-hearted pull, but the thing is stuck fast. "What if," he suggests, "we both tug on my shaft, and then... then..." Nah, the joke is too much. He's giggling again.
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