you are terrifying and strange and beautiful
"Listen, we don't know that dragons dislike balloons. They might come to join us for your birthday party," Ronin says with a grin, turning his head ever so slightly into the press of a beak against his jaw. Absently, his hand comes up so he can smooth gentle fingers through the feathers around the hawk's neck, and he meanders deeper into the gardens, where the trees can provide them some shade.
Grumbling, even at the compliment, Ronin's shoulders sag, though he's careful not to jostle his husband too much. "This is going to sound awful, and it will definitely help to understand why Cian is such an asshole, but... is it just me, or are we the only ones who seem to give a fuck about anything?" Even among demigods, there seems to be very little get-up-and-go with their comrades.
Grumbling, even at the compliment, Ronin's shoulders sag, though he's careful not to jostle his husband too much. "This is going to sound awful, and it will definitely help to understand why Cian is such an asshole, but... is it just me, or are we the only ones who seem to give a fuck about anything?" Even among demigods, there seems to be very little get-up-and-go with their comrades.
The huntsman
