we live in a world someone else imagined
"I don't think anyone has had any control over the Ascended for as long as they've been around," Ronin says softly, humming out a sigh of relief and affection as Remi lets the water pour over his body. "Not Wessex, not Isla... not even the Voice. They go where they please and they make whatever decisions they want. Only difference is now it's inviting retaliation."
Which Remi makes quite clear with his next remark. And although it's really not the sort of thing he ought to smile about, smile he does nonetheless, his head lolling back against the Lullaby's chest. "Good," he whispers. "I'd have wanted you to, if that was the case." Leaning up to try and kiss Remi's chin, Ronin wiggles his toes in the water. "I should get out soon, before all my muscles stiffen up and I have to sleep here," he says with a weak laugh.
Which Remi makes quite clear with his next remark. And although it's really not the sort of thing he ought to smile about, smile he does nonetheless, his head lolling back against the Lullaby's chest. "Good," he whispers. "I'd have wanted you to, if that was the case." Leaning up to try and kiss Remi's chin, Ronin wiggles his toes in the water. "I should get out soon, before all my muscles stiffen up and I have to sleep here," he says with a weak laugh.
the dark star
