we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"You are always such a twat with icecubes," Ronin hisses, helpless where Remi is draped in his lap, though he still tries to wiggle to the side and away from the cold flash against his neck. Said retaliation comes in the form of soft, relentless kisses and obnoxious pulses of sweet joy and relief that Remi is alright, as if the Huntsman's aim is to bamboozle him with his love.
"Not like that," he says through a laugh regarding the snake. "I mean literally. It felt like it was for someone else. This one wasn't for me, you know? The same way you didn't think you could let the rapier go, I didn't think I could keep the amulet." He shakes his head, giving up on explaining it more than that; his head already hurts.
Happy for Remi to stall for as long as he likes, Ronin settles deeper in the water and lets his fingers trace slow and gentle patterns against the alchemist's lower back. "Mm, a new Vi demigod. Do you think that means Amalia is..." He doesn't really know how to phrase it. AWOL? Giving up? Not part of the war? "...Either way, we should probably help out Noah where we can. That kind of responsibility is rough."
"Not like that," he says through a laugh regarding the snake. "I mean literally. It felt like it was for someone else. This one wasn't for me, you know? The same way you didn't think you could let the rapier go, I didn't think I could keep the amulet." He shakes his head, giving up on explaining it more than that; his head already hurts.
Happy for Remi to stall for as long as he likes, Ronin settles deeper in the water and lets his fingers trace slow and gentle patterns against the alchemist's lower back. "Mm, a new Vi demigod. Do you think that means Amalia is..." He doesn't really know how to phrase it. AWOL? Giving up? Not part of the war? "...Either way, we should probably help out Noah where we can. That kind of responsibility is rough."
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
