we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"Clearly I just need to work harder to rub out all your knots and tension," Ronin says with a wicked grin that he wisely keeps to himself, busy mixing in the expertly chopped herbs and smiling gently as he watches Remi putter about the kitchen. "I will remind you of this again - as delicately as possible - but you are capable of duplicating yourself, you know." He isn't sure whether Remi wants to do things 'himself' to keep life as ordinary as possible, but either way, there's help to be had.
Tittering to himself and bringing the plates to the table, he doesn't mention that he always planned on giving the Lullaby the better portion, instead merely setting it down in front of him and taking a seat opposite. Obnoxiously, Ronin starts to play footsie under the table while birdsong and the rush of water filters in through the open windows. "I consider myself told," he murmurs, bouncing his eyebrows at the other man.
"What if we invited Mateo and Flora to come and visit us?" He floats the idea breezily. "Then they could tell us how wonderfully the world is getting on without us, and you can stop worrying."
Tittering to himself and bringing the plates to the table, he doesn't mention that he always planned on giving the Lullaby the better portion, instead merely setting it down in front of him and taking a seat opposite. Obnoxiously, Ronin starts to play footsie under the table while birdsong and the rush of water filters in through the open windows. "I consider myself told," he murmurs, bouncing his eyebrows at the other man.
"What if we invited Mateo and Flora to come and visit us?" He floats the idea breezily. "Then they could tell us how wonderfully the world is getting on without us, and you can stop worrying."
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
