we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"Well, part formality, part making sure everyone knows about it," Ronin murmurs, furrowing his brow and finishing up the pancakes, though he doesn't move from the stove even as he turns off the heat. To hear Remi confirm what he already knows is nonetheless comforting, Ronin closing his eyes and letting his hands come to rest on the Lullaby's forearms. With a shuddering sigh, he shrugs a little, as if the other man is only pointing out things he already knows.
"We agreed on a council, for the time being," he says softly. "Majority ruling. I'm just taking this branch of things, for the demigods." It's a poor excuse and it's only putting off the inevitable, he believes, but if a stay of execution is all he can ask for, he'll take it.
"So between that and your dead plants in the desert, we're pretty set for things to do. And that's without even considering the Greatwood." The place Remi already leads. Turning in the Lullaby's arms, Ronin surrenders the pancakes to his duplicate so he can lean in for a taste of his husband's lips. I feel like today has already been eventful, even just from this conversation.
"We agreed on a council, for the time being," he says softly. "Majority ruling. I'm just taking this branch of things, for the demigods." It's a poor excuse and it's only putting off the inevitable, he believes, but if a stay of execution is all he can ask for, he'll take it.
"So between that and your dead plants in the desert, we're pretty set for things to do. And that's without even considering the Greatwood." The place Remi already leads. Turning in the Lullaby's arms, Ronin surrenders the pancakes to his duplicate so he can lean in for a taste of his husband's lips. I feel like today has already been eventful, even just from this conversation.
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
