we live in a world someone else imagined
Ronin shifts automatically to fit beneath his husband's arm, careful not to stab him with his antlers by accident and tracking the constellation for a few more moments before letting his gaze drop. They are meant to be here to scout the place out and find a good location for their new band of residents to live... but fuck it, it's gotten dark and there's no place Ronin would rather be. "Mm, it does seem a bit like a game," he agrees softly, reaching up with gentle fingers to try and tease some of the tension from Remi's jaw.
As for his thoughts about it? Ronin snorts under his breath. "It could be really good or really bad," he mumbles. "Eight seasons to get leadership established in all these new places, to prepare for a war... One might say it rings of panic," he admits, before grinning. "Except in our case, of course. We both know you and I are only in it for the treehouses."
As for his thoughts about it? Ronin snorts under his breath. "It could be really good or really bad," he mumbles. "Eight seasons to get leadership established in all these new places, to prepare for a war... One might say it rings of panic," he admits, before grinning. "Except in our case, of course. We both know you and I are only in it for the treehouses."
the dark star
