we live in a world someone else imagined
"Isla is the Overseer of the Hollowed Grounds, not the Ascended. It's a place, not a race," Ronin points out, though he completely understands the other man's frustration. "But perhaps after tonight, they'll also think twice about being reckless." And tomorrow maybe he'll actually register the shitfuckery that has been his experience over the last 24 hours. Because he did hold his own against two Ascended demigods, as well as the rest of what happened.
He'll laugh about it one day. Not today, though.
"Hey, I haven't once been a leviathan in the bathtub," he points out as he's helped out of the water and into a towel. "Not yet anyway." Snagging another towel to rub at his hair and wincing as his body finally catches up with the ordeal it's been through, he leans against his husband. "Take me to bed?"
He'll laugh about it one day. Not today, though.
"Hey, I haven't once been a leviathan in the bathtub," he points out as he's helped out of the water and into a towel. "Not yet anyway." Snagging another towel to rub at his hair and wincing as his body finally catches up with the ordeal it's been through, he leans against his husband. "Take me to bed?"
the dark star
