I will fight the end
"My most sincere apologies," Ronin croons, nosing into Remi's damp curls and smiling, pressing a kiss in the soft space behind his ear. "I was just thinking about what Cian would do if you explained things from your point of view. With the links you have, whether or not the Abandoned are welcome in Stormbreak, they might still be willing to help in this war on the side of the Old Gods. What's more, if you pitch having an Ascended on the 'inside', maybe you can afford a few exceptions for the people you love."
When had the Star become quite so manipulative? It's been such a subtle change that not even Ronin has noticed it, but violent as his partner has become, the Star has crept towards cunning in equal measures. Still, when it comes to dreams, at least, they are of the very same opinion. "You're right. Perhaps you will just have to bring them souvenirs from the place."
Scrunching his nose, both at the Cordillera date and the idea of things rubbing the wrong way (chafing, more like), Ronin follows after his husband. "What was that you said earlier, by the way?" he wonders softly. "It sounded like another language."
When had the Star become quite so manipulative? It's been such a subtle change that not even Ronin has noticed it, but violent as his partner has become, the Star has crept towards cunning in equal measures. Still, when it comes to dreams, at least, they are of the very same opinion. "You're right. Perhaps you will just have to bring them souvenirs from the place."
Scrunching his nose, both at the Cordillera date and the idea of things rubbing the wrong way (chafing, more like), Ronin follows after his husband. "What was that you said earlier, by the way?" he wonders softly. "It sounded like another language."
'til the end is here
