we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
Ronin smiles to himself - a private little thing that's made entirely redundant by the Attuned bond - to hear that Noah and Cordelia wanted more children. Once upon a time he'd have wagered that there would be a Taliesin clan to rival the Olsens all across Caido, but... well, times change. People, too.
Shaking it off to listen as the conversation trundles on its way, Ronin takes yet another long pull from his drink and sits back on his heels by the fire, nodding his agreement with the others. "We were trying to figure so much out back then, too. Everything was a mystery to be solved. It felt like us against the Grounds," he recalls.
Sinking back on his seat next to Remi, the Nova lets his hand rest warmly upon his husband's knee, offering him a soft smile. "Is it wrong to say I want both?" He laughs, surprising himself with his honesty. "It's been nice up here, taking a break from everything." War, leadership, responsibilities, war...
"But I'm starting to realise what we've left behind, too."
Shaking it off to listen as the conversation trundles on its way, Ronin takes yet another long pull from his drink and sits back on his heels by the fire, nodding his agreement with the others. "We were trying to figure so much out back then, too. Everything was a mystery to be solved. It felt like us against the Grounds," he recalls.
Sinking back on his seat next to Remi, the Nova lets his hand rest warmly upon his husband's knee, offering him a soft smile. "Is it wrong to say I want both?" He laughs, surprising himself with his honesty. "It's been nice up here, taking a break from everything." War, leadership, responsibilities, war...
"But I'm starting to realise what we've left behind, too."
THE SUPERNOVA
and continue fighting
