we live in a world someone else imagined
It's all going so well when it feels like the tree fucking grabs him, Ronin screaming yelling out in a very manly way only to be thrown over the fallen trunk. He faceplants the forest floor, rolls and scrabbles up in time to watch Remi materialise, eyes fluttering wide to see what he's done. "Oh fuck - sorry--" he says, concern and laughter warring for dominance in his tone. Shifting entirely back to himself, he hops over the tree to hunker down next to Remi, wincing on his behalf.
"Would you like me to heal you?" he asks, knowing better than to reach out and try to touch Remi because he doesn't want his fucking arm bitten off, thank you very much. "I found you, by the way. That was a bold place to hide. I don't think I'd have had a chance were it not for blind luck."
"Would you like me to heal you?" he asks, knowing better than to reach out and try to touch Remi because he doesn't want his fucking arm bitten off, thank you very much. "I found you, by the way. That was a bold place to hide. I don't think I'd have had a chance were it not for blind luck."
the dark star
