we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"Maybe we could go together," Ronin suggests with a small wrinkle of his nose; he doesn't really want to approach his husband's herald, but this is important. And he'd feel much more reassured with a friend nearby. He raises his eyebrows at Sunjata's suggestion, nodding gently and drumming his fingers along the edge of his glass. "Another thing we might want to ask Ludo, though I'm not sure it will be willing to do many favours for Ascended. Maybe the fact that it's for Remi will sweeten the deal."
Knocking back the rest of his glass - and reaching out to give them both a refill - Ronin rises to his feet and accepts the white tipped darts with a lopsided smile. "Me first? Such a gentleman," he drawls, already able to feel the welcome warmth in his blood from the whiskey as he takes his place. "A'right, here we go--"
Of course, as strong and agile as Ronin is, and with the alcohol already going to work on his inhibitions, the Star not only gets a bullseye as he throws the dart, but it all but skewers the board against the wall. "Oh fuck," he blurts. "Oops."
Knocking back the rest of his glass - and reaching out to give them both a refill - Ronin rises to his feet and accepts the white tipped darts with a lopsided smile. "Me first? Such a gentleman," he drawls, already able to feel the welcome warmth in his blood from the whiskey as he takes his place. "A'right, here we go--"
Of course, as strong and agile as Ronin is, and with the alcohol already going to work on his inhibitions, the Star not only gets a bullseye as he throws the dart, but it all but skewers the board against the wall. "Oh fuck," he blurts. "Oops."
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
