we live in a world someone else imagined
Ronin narrows his eyes at the manticore before him, even though what he has to say is entirely true. "I didn't mean to put you out," he murmurs, reaching out to playfully scritch under Remi's chin. "Maybe I ought to learn how to play nice with my new shift. Then I could help you to dig graves all over the Greatwood." It's a morbid thought and it doesn't at all take away from the worrying nature of the dragon in Ronin's bones. But at least he can start to (sort of) joke about it now.
"Animals and crossing ponds? Like the one Vai tells about the gingerbread man and the fox?" he asks, only to look around and gasp, as if Remi has succeeded in quite the intellectual endeavour here. "What a good idea," he drawls. "If only I were a bit taller, it might be easier for me to climb out of here..." But climb out he does, offering a very baron-like bow to his husband to indicate that he keep digging now.
"Animals and crossing ponds? Like the one Vai tells about the gingerbread man and the fox?" he asks, only to look around and gasp, as if Remi has succeeded in quite the intellectual endeavour here. "What a good idea," he drawls. "If only I were a bit taller, it might be easier for me to climb out of here..." But climb out he does, offering a very baron-like bow to his husband to indicate that he keep digging now.
the dark star
