we live in a world someone else imagined
Ronin swallows hard, taking a sharp breath in and letting it out again as he attempts to control himself. He doesn't know what it is about his husband in his moment that makes his heart pound and his ears ring, but he doesn't like it. And the whimsy in his tone compared to the unnerving stillness only has the Huntsman shifting back further, trying to unconsciously put some distance between himself and Remi.
"Huh," he says, the light from his antlers flickering somewhat. "I don't know, really. I'm sure I'll be able to sketch it since it'll be painted behind my eyes forever, and maybe we can ask Vai if she recognises it? Either way could you... maybe turn back into yourself, please?"
"Huh," he says, the light from his antlers flickering somewhat. "I don't know, really. I'm sure I'll be able to sketch it since it'll be painted behind my eyes forever, and maybe we can ask Vai if she recognises it? Either way could you... maybe turn back into yourself, please?"
the dark star
