you are terrifying and strange and beautiful
"I'll do you one better than twenty questions - next time I'll bring a list of all the things we wanted to ask. Because there might be a glowy thing you can't resist, and I might forget the questions," Ronin says wisely, offering a flash of a smile to his husband. "I haven't heard much about Dygra since all of that happened, though," he admits, frowning thoughtfully across the rolling meadows. "Part of me expected her to barge right in and start a new war. Like the Voice part two, you know?"
But things have been peaceful, so much so that Ronin is a little bit suspicious of it. Regardless, the joy of their current predicament is that they don't have to care - and he doesn't plan for that to change, even if Dygra does become a problem with a capital P.
"You are too kind," he murmurs to the Lullaby of being the only Outlander for him, wincing a bit as if only just feeling the bruised skin on his neck. "Do we even really count as Outlanders any more, though? Northaven used to feel so close in my memories, but now it's like something that happened to someone else."
But things have been peaceful, so much so that Ronin is a little bit suspicious of it. Regardless, the joy of their current predicament is that they don't have to care - and he doesn't plan for that to change, even if Dygra does become a problem with a capital P.
"You are too kind," he murmurs to the Lullaby of being the only Outlander for him, wincing a bit as if only just feeling the bruised skin on his neck. "Do we even really count as Outlanders any more, though? Northaven used to feel so close in my memories, but now it's like something that happened to someone else."
The huntsman
