you are terrifying and strange and beautiful
"So... the Draig, huh? Finally doing it," Ronin murmurs as they go strolling through the Celestine, the Longheat sun beating down on the back of his neck. Their little demigod meeting is finished, for better or for worse, and he just needs a few minutes (or an hour or two) to regroup with his thoughts before they get to the next crisis. Inhaling deeply and letting it out again, he glances around for his husband.
"I'll pack a picnic for us, and some birthday banners. Perhaps some balloons," he continues, heading off the beaten path and into the fragrant trees and other foliage. It's mid afternoon and there are plenty of people in the Celestine, but for the moment Ronin just wants a little peace and quiet.
"I'll pack a picnic for us, and some birthday banners. Perhaps some balloons," he continues, heading off the beaten path and into the fragrant trees and other foliage. It's mid afternoon and there are plenty of people in the Celestine, but for the moment Ronin just wants a little peace and quiet.
The huntsman
