the wounds are open and bleeding out
Ronin, at least, has no thoughts at all about any of the gods except Safrin, and they certainly aren't curse worthy ones. There needs to be someone here to wax lyrical about the gods, after all, and this was Ronin's idea, so it's in a peaceful sort of silence that he gets to work. Digging out the moss from between the altar stones and scrubbing at them with a rough bristled brush and soapy water, he follows after his husband's wax scraping to complete the work.
"Thank you," he murmurs softly to Remi, his fingers brushing over the Lullaby's shoulders and the back of his neck, injecting as much affection through the touch as he can. Having completed their tasks and with the vases prettily arranged, Ronin steps back and digs in his bag once more.
"Here - this should help keep things neat from now on." He's produced a collection of star spangled saucers, as well as gold and white candles for them to sit upon. "Could you set these up? I'll light them afterwards." he says, offering Remi the purple and Sunjata the white, and splitting the saucers between them.
Round 3! Please plonk your candles onto the saucers.
"Thank you," he murmurs softly to Remi, his fingers brushing over the Lullaby's shoulders and the back of his neck, injecting as much affection through the touch as he can. Having completed their tasks and with the vases prettily arranged, Ronin steps back and digs in his bag once more.
"Here - this should help keep things neat from now on." He's produced a collection of star spangled saucers, as well as gold and white candles for them to sit upon. "Could you set these up? I'll light them afterwards." he says, offering Remi the purple and Sunjata the white, and splitting the saucers between them.
Round 3! Please plonk your candles onto the saucers.
THE
DARK STAR
