Ronin Taliesin
but they haven't seen the best of me
"Hm? Oh... Sorry." Ronin managed a small smile back, letting his gaze drop to the ground. At the talk of a season, however, his eyes shot back up, Ronin raising an eyebrow questioningly. Safrin had told him that... oh. Well. Fuck. "A season is... it's not that short either," he said, telling himself that it wasn't lying if he just didn't mention what else he'd been told. Dead was better than knowing what else he might become.
"And we have a lot that we're doing to try and combat it," he continued, meeting his husband's gaze and sighing. "Remi, we'll fix this in time. We will. Together, though. Not with me storming off in a strop."
"And we have a lot that we're doing to try and combat it," he continued, meeting his husband's gaze and sighing. "Remi, we'll fix this in time. We will. Together, though. Not with me storming off in a strop."
