you may not want to change
but the world is unforgiving and will do it for you anyway
but the world is unforgiving and will do it for you anyway
"Gods, if only we could," Ronin murmurs, smiling at Remi's flying raindrops while a few of his own drop in reverse, sailing up and up and up until they sparkle in the sky as stars. His brow furrows as he properly considers his husband's suggestion, and it's with a grumble of almost dismay that he turns to nuzzle against the other man, breathing in the scent of bergamot and bitter almonds that lays upon the rain all over a sudden. Ronin is sure Remi once made a wine or a gin or a liqueur or something with those botanical sort of flavours, and it forever takes him back to simpler times.
"I don't know if even your ability would stop the Voice from waking them all up again, if she's able to commandeer them," he says, hating the gap in knowledge that leaves this all unknown. "What do you think would happen if they were all asleep, though? Would we just have to leave them like that, forever? Would war happen if they ever woke up?"
"I don't know if even your ability would stop the Voice from waking them all up again, if she's able to commandeer them," he says, hating the gap in knowledge that leaves this all unknown. "What do you think would happen if they were all asleep, though? Would we just have to leave them like that, forever? Would war happen if they ever woke up?"
RONIN
