the things we hold are always the first to go
Here's the thing about the Taliesin men. On the one hand, they don't technically need to sleep much if at all, not with their endurance as high as it is. On the other, should they choose, they don't technically have to wake up much if at all either. Such is the case for the latter part of Deepfrost, Longnight included, and if Ronin had known what he'd missed during the most recent stretch of darkness, he might have felt bad.
Alas, when the sun rises it's to the tangle of two sleeping bodies and a cage of warmth that the Nova is still reluctant to leave. As a ray of light beams into his eyes from a gap in the curtains, he groans and tries to find a part of Remi to hide his face against, despite having been officially forced awake. "Happy Flowerbirth," he rumbles, voice hoarse and muffled.
Alas, when the sun rises it's to the tangle of two sleeping bodies and a cage of warmth that the Nova is still reluctant to leave. As a ray of light beams into his eyes from a gap in the curtains, he groans and tries to find a part of Remi to hide his face against, despite having been officially forced awake. "Happy Flowerbirth," he rumbles, voice hoarse and muffled.
