we live in a world someone else imagined
"I'm awake." Ronin's voice comes from around the wagon rather than within it, and the Star strolls within view of his husband with a gentle smile. Crowned by glowing antlers and bathed in the milk-white light of the moon, he currently looks the image of a forest guardian. Only there's nothing to guard against when it comes to Remi, and he slinks up to his husband to wind his arms around him, leaning in to steal a kiss.
"Mm, someone has braided your hair," he remarks; perhaps there's a hint of vindictive jealousy in his tone, perhaps not. That's up to the Lullaby to figure out, Ronin reaching up to carefully set the curls right. "How did it go? Are we going to have to use a couple of cans and some string back towards Torchline to stay in touch with everyone?"
"Mm, someone has braided your hair," he remarks; perhaps there's a hint of vindictive jealousy in his tone, perhaps not. That's up to the Lullaby to figure out, Ronin reaching up to carefully set the curls right. "How did it go? Are we going to have to use a couple of cans and some string back towards Torchline to stay in touch with everyone?"
the dark star
