there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters
Pulsing a little gratitude down the Attuned bond to Phoebe, Ronin reaches out a claw to carefully shave at the ice until it gleams with perfect contours. A stag with a hawk perched upon its antlers, he thinks his husband will be very pleased with it, especially when he makes it glow. That's right, he agrees with her, draconic head lowering in a gentle nod. With Frey, it feels as though it's part of their nature. But with the Voice, it's like... she's good as long as it seems to benefit her. I think I saw her true colours when she appeared to me by herself.
Not that it makes him feel at all better about it, knowing that. Working in silence for a few moments more, Ronin settles at last, happy with his creation. There, he says, satisfied. Would you like to go running in the forest, now? I can teach you how not to get tangled up in things.
Not that it makes him feel at all better about it, knowing that. Working in silence for a few moments more, Ronin settles at last, happy with his creation. There, he says, satisfied. Would you like to go running in the forest, now? I can teach you how not to get tangled up in things.
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