we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"Is that so?" Ronin smiles down at the notebook, tilting his head at the attempted sketch before settling it back in Remi's lap where it can't fall a second time. "I think you are too close to your own work, you know. I can see a marked improvement." He punctuates the end of his sentence with a soft kiss to the Lullaby's temple, straightening up only to clamber around and sit down on the rock beside the other man.
"And," he adds, "even if your sketching isn't where you want it to be, your penmanship is lovely." As Ronin should know, given the notes they regularly leave each other on pillows or on the wall of the shower or nestled in the wildflowers.
"I was going to make eggs for breakfast," he says. Ningo eggs, to be precise, collected from Ronin's last flight over towards Halo. "Maybe we can eat on the porch? I'll put whiskey in the tea as well, if you like."
"And," he adds, "even if your sketching isn't where you want it to be, your penmanship is lovely." As Ronin should know, given the notes they regularly leave each other on pillows or on the wall of the shower or nestled in the wildflowers.
"I was going to make eggs for breakfast," he says. Ningo eggs, to be precise, collected from Ronin's last flight over towards Halo. "Maybe we can eat on the porch? I'll put whiskey in the tea as well, if you like."
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
