you are terrifying and strange and beautiful
"Tell me everything," Ronin is murmuring as they float through a haze of wildflowers in bloom; his nimbus makes quick work of it, the Huntsman swinging one leg from the side of the cloud and leaning back to casually let his head rest in Remi's lap. Beneath them, his duplicate is hiking up towards a soft peak of flowers, a basket with a picnic in hand and a pack with a blanket on his back.
What's the fun of living in the most beautiful and dangerous of places if one doesn't pause to enjoy it, after all?
"I want to hear the whole story," he continues, clearly referring to the meeting in the Boneyard. "Especially since you didn't come home and try to dig yourself a grave."
What's the fun of living in the most beautiful and dangerous of places if one doesn't pause to enjoy it, after all?
"I want to hear the whole story," he continues, clearly referring to the meeting in the Boneyard. "Especially since you didn't come home and try to dig yourself a grave."
The huntsman
