we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"Only one way to find out," Ronin murmurs with a wicked little smile, and he shrugs his shoulders to Remi. "Golden dildo, golden handcuffs. I'm sure we'd be able to find a way to use it." From the sexual to the ridiculous, either way it would definitely be used. He sighs contently into the touch of hands made warm by the hot water, leaning in to rest his cheek lazily against Remi's shoulder.
"Ooof," he mumbles at the other man's appraisal of the situation. "What if the new Ludo demigod served a different purpose to you, though? You could both be worth keeping. I'd put in a good word for you." It's only half a joke, Ronin pressing a gentle kiss to the Lullaby's throat.
Humming a discordant note about Amalia (and Noah too, he supposes), the Huntsman shifts to sit back up, tilting his head as something occurs to him. "Well, at the very least, we ought to offer whatever help we can to him," he says. "After all, the sooner he's able to take the world by storm, the sooner you and I can take more vacations, right?"
"Ooof," he mumbles at the other man's appraisal of the situation. "What if the new Ludo demigod served a different purpose to you, though? You could both be worth keeping. I'd put in a good word for you." It's only half a joke, Ronin pressing a gentle kiss to the Lullaby's throat.
Humming a discordant note about Amalia (and Noah too, he supposes), the Huntsman shifts to sit back up, tilting his head as something occurs to him. "Well, at the very least, we ought to offer whatever help we can to him," he says. "After all, the sooner he's able to take the world by storm, the sooner you and I can take more vacations, right?"
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
