we live in a world someone else imagined
”So,” Ronin says, like it’s not the middle of the night and he’s not sprawled on a picnic blanket under the stars in the Greatwood. ”Hostile takeover in Halo. Sunjata quit as Governor in Torchline, and Aurelia and Maeve have taken over. Isla and Bastien have taken over the Hollowed Grounds. And you have your eye on this place.” Smirking over at his husband, the Star’s gaze soon returns to the cosmos overhead.
He can see Safrin’s warrior constellation from here, and he isn’t sure but it definitely seems brighter than it ever has before. Either way, as he tracks it across the sky, he can’t help but wonder if the being it’s based on ever had to deal with this kind of political upheaval. ”It’s bullshit, huh,” he mumbles with a shake of his head, stretching out and letting his antlers partially shift to crown his head, setting the area around them aglow.
He can see Safrin’s warrior constellation from here, and he isn’t sure but it definitely seems brighter than it ever has before. Either way, as he tracks it across the sky, he can’t help but wonder if the being it’s based on ever had to deal with this kind of political upheaval. ”It’s bullshit, huh,” he mumbles with a shake of his head, stretching out and letting his antlers partially shift to crown his head, setting the area around them aglow.
the dark star
