we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"I am just saying that it's possible," Ronin is insisting to Remi as they arrive at the Nightshade's front door. What might be possible is better left unspoken (it involves a lot of acrobatics, both of their projections, and whipped cream), and so as he reaches out to knock at the door, he drops that thread of conversation in lieu of a devilish grin at his husband.
As ordered, the Huntsman has brought his good looks and his appetite, and although it feels strange to be wearing comparatively little in the middle of Deepfrost, the Torchline look has always been fitting on both men. "Is it the blushberry gin?" he asks Remi in an attempt to steer conversation away from the lewd (good luck), sneaking out an arm to slip it around his husband's waist.
As ordered, the Huntsman has brought his good looks and his appetite, and although it feels strange to be wearing comparatively little in the middle of Deepfrost, the Torchline look has always been fitting on both men. "Is it the blushberry gin?" he asks Remi in an attempt to steer conversation away from the lewd (good luck), sneaking out an arm to slip it around his husband's waist.
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
