RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
It's a lot less energy just to say no, Ronin points out, wondering when his husband's sass dial got stuck at 11, but then there's dust blowing into his eyes and he snarls a curse under his breath, having to turn his face away to clear them a bit.
By that point, Remi has blown into a cactus and Alina has joined him on the back of the nimbus, the Fae folding her wings in tight. Urging the cloud onwards so they can join the now-manticore in the dust storms, Ronin takes a risk at squinting around again.
He thinks he can see bones, and cacti, and fuck knows what else. But all that leaves is more questions, rather than any kind of adventure that he was also promised. "I am so glad we did this!" he yells into the storm. Okay, maybe his sass is turned up to 11, too.
Ronin follows after Remi and tries to make sense of where they are.
By that point, Remi has blown into a cactus and Alina has joined him on the back of the nimbus, the Fae folding her wings in tight. Urging the cloud onwards so they can join the now-manticore in the dust storms, Ronin takes a risk at squinting around again.
He thinks he can see bones, and cacti, and fuck knows what else. But all that leaves is more questions, rather than any kind of adventure that he was also promised. "I am so glad we did this!" he yells into the storm. Okay, maybe his sass is turned up to 11, too.
Ronin follows after Remi and tries to make sense of where they are.
show me your darkness.
