we live in a world someone else imagined
It's with a shiver that Ronin manages to coax away his luxere shift, though the dragon proves more difficult to budge, and his heart hammers loudly in his chest as he watches the predator alongside him flex and begin to rake at the dirt. Knowing better than to get in the way lest they end up fighting (or fucking, or both, and wouldn't that be a shame...), Ronin stands back and reaches into the inside of his coat so he can draw out a glass jar. He doesn't know quite how much dirt Maeve is after, but this will have to do.
"I think the custom is something like 6ft?" he murmurs, crouching down beside the hole to watch as the hulking feline gets to work. "I have only ever made pyres..." For Vanya. For Aoife. Roana and the others. "If you want a break, let me know and I'll take over," he says, trying for a smile.
"I think the custom is something like 6ft?" he murmurs, crouching down beside the hole to watch as the hulking feline gets to work. "I have only ever made pyres..." For Vanya. For Aoife. Roana and the others. "If you want a break, let me know and I'll take over," he says, trying for a smile.
the dark star
