we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"Mmm, well if this soak in a hotspring doesn't do the trick, we'll see what else we can do to get you unwound," Ronin says, even if that involves his husband tearing through the LongNight sky as a manticore to seek out something to kill. For now, though, he merely relaxes and winds his arms around the Lullaby beneath the water. "Do you think going to see him would help? Or would it make it worse?" he asks. "I thought you were on better terms now." Especially with Finn's son regularly staying at the boat, and with Ever and Mateo appearing to be best friends.
His eyes slipping shut, Ronin smiles against his husband's jaw as he feels skilled fingers working against tense muscles. "Slimy magic." He wrinkles his nose. "Sounds lovely. And I'm not sure. If it's a relic for an Ascended I imagine not, but... I suppose you would need to test it with an Accepted or an Abandoned, right?" Or a demigod goes unsaid, mainly because Ronin still feels a bit silly referring to themselves by those terms.
His eyes slipping shut, Ronin smiles against his husband's jaw as he feels skilled fingers working against tense muscles. "Slimy magic." He wrinkles his nose. "Sounds lovely. And I'm not sure. If it's a relic for an Ascended I imagine not, but... I suppose you would need to test it with an Accepted or an Abandoned, right?" Or a demigod goes unsaid, mainly because Ronin still feels a bit silly referring to themselves by those terms.
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
