we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
Peeking around his towel, Ronin absolutely ogles his husband as he strips off his wet clothes and dries off, his blue eyes alight with an inner fire that wants to ignore all of the progress they have made and take Remi then and there. Of course, the Star quells the urge with a deep breath in and out, taking another long sip of his drink and humming his compliments a second time. "We should make you a little bar down in your shop," he suggests. "I'd say you could serve everyone your creations, but really, it'll just be me. I want a bar."
With a quiet chuckle, the Star stills his fidgeting to surrender his hands to Remi, putting down his glass as well. "You did?" he murmurs, and for a second it doesn't seem as though he's going to expand any further on it. But of course, that isn't the way they do things now. "Sunjata bitched out. He shifted into a dragon after I threatened to leave his daughter fatherless." It sounds worse when he puts it like that, because it is worse. Ronin hadn't threatened just to take the Flood's life - he'd threatened to snatch away his daughter's happiness too.
With a quiet chuckle, the Star stills his fidgeting to surrender his hands to Remi, putting down his glass as well. "You did?" he murmurs, and for a second it doesn't seem as though he's going to expand any further on it. But of course, that isn't the way they do things now. "Sunjata bitched out. He shifted into a dragon after I threatened to leave his daughter fatherless." It sounds worse when he puts it like that, because it is worse. Ronin hadn't threatened just to take the Flood's life - he'd threatened to snatch away his daughter's happiness too.
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
