long is the day

What, you mean like letting the dragons beat us up to a point where it really becomes life or death? Ronin wonders with a mental smile. Or, well. As life or death as it can for us. He wonders what it says about the two of them, that they're considering getting their kicks by doing this sort of thing instead of, you know, going on regular dates. (He still needs to organise one of those for Remi, he recalls belatedly). The sense of disgust that rolls from he leviathan as his mouth is rudely suckered is altogether silent, as is the way Ronin writhes and recoils away, but he makes it seem loud regardless. Well, there we are then, he says, having entirely forgotten the point he was intending to make - and there are underwater star fields to peep at by now anyway. Letting himself drift lazily over the haze of bioluminescence, Ronin sends a pulse of confusion towards his husband. Oh? What an... odd quest, he murmurs. Did he say why? ronin begin again, as the storm