we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
Ronin's expression is a mix between disgusted, because yay, the blight and all the memories that come along with it, and amused because yes Remi, the weather. He settles for saying nothing about either remark (though he does look proud of his husband's small talk), heading out the back to their little firepit. Setting down the liquor and leaving it for Remi to play barman, Ronin busies himself in building a fire.
"Immortality doesn't stop my knees from aching," he says to Deimos through a bark of laughter, partially shifting his fingers into phoenix feathers to set alight to the kindling. "And I haven't seen any weird plants, no. How weird is weird though, honestly? There's a lot of bizarre shit all over Caido," he points out.
Taking a seat so he can start feeding fuel to the fire, he shoots a mischievous smile at Deimos; he isn't getting away from wedding talk that easy. "So did you propose, or did Evie?" he teases.
"Immortality doesn't stop my knees from aching," he says to Deimos through a bark of laughter, partially shifting his fingers into phoenix feathers to set alight to the kindling. "And I haven't seen any weird plants, no. How weird is weird though, honestly? There's a lot of bizarre shit all over Caido," he points out.
Taking a seat so he can start feeding fuel to the fire, he shoots a mischievous smile at Deimos; he isn't getting away from wedding talk that easy. "So did you propose, or did Evie?" he teases.
THE SUPERNOVA
and continue fighting
