we live in a world someone else imagined
"Ludo might not mind, but I doubt we can say the same about the rest of the Greatwood's inhabitants," Ronin points out with a smirk, shaking his head and standing back as the manticore gets to work again. Seeing his husband do something so comparatively inelegant in a shift like this is amusing to say the least, and the Huntsman finally feels the predator within him start to slumber again, leaving him perfectly human in appearance if nothing else.
Then Remi calls for the jar, and it's with a laugh rumbling up in his chest that Ronin complies; unscrewing the jar, he holds it out to receive the grave dirt, tilting his head. "Are you sure you don't want me to jump back in there to make sure it's deep enough?" he asks. "Though if I do, you'll have to promise not to bury me alive." And if not, their work here was done, and he's not going to complain about that either.
Then Remi calls for the jar, and it's with a laugh rumbling up in his chest that Ronin complies; unscrewing the jar, he holds it out to receive the grave dirt, tilting his head. "Are you sure you don't want me to jump back in there to make sure it's deep enough?" he asks. "Though if I do, you'll have to promise not to bury me alive." And if not, their work here was done, and he's not going to complain about that either.
the dark star
