we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"My duplicate could. Or we could teach Sugar and Oria to make simple dinners and live off those. Or we could try and train one of the animals in the Cordillera to be a maid." Perhaps Ronin has given this far too much thought, for these solutions to tumble so freely from his lips, but then he is very committed to his draconic instincts, don't you know.
Speaking of which, he rumbles a note of approval in response to Remi's question - the Morts and Vis and Harpers and Phoebes of the world are quickly forgotten when compared to this. "I am ashamed that it took you so long to ask," he hisses against the side of his neck, already sweeping the other man up into his arms and towards the bed.
The world might have changed, as might their surroundings, but the Taliesins certainly haven't. And while Ronin might have to hoard his husband a bit more gently these days, he is no less dedicated to the task. And it's not like they have any neighbours around to bother.
~FIN
Speaking of which, he rumbles a note of approval in response to Remi's question - the Morts and Vis and Harpers and Phoebes of the world are quickly forgotten when compared to this. "I am ashamed that it took you so long to ask," he hisses against the side of his neck, already sweeping the other man up into his arms and towards the bed.
The world might have changed, as might their surroundings, but the Taliesins certainly haven't. And while Ronin might have to hoard his husband a bit more gently these days, he is no less dedicated to the task. And it's not like they have any neighbours around to bother.
~FIN
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
