it's a long way home

"I'm fine - luckily," Ronin half growled, wondering what he was supposed to do now from up on his cloud. Ten feet above the ground was still ten feet higher than he'd like right now; as if in response to his feelings, the little nimbus lowered towards the earth. Ronin had to wriggle to get himself down, awkwardly landing and brushing away the cloud, as though he might blame it instead. "Would you fuck off," he hissed at it, batting it back towards the sky and stalking away towards the guildhall without so much as looking at his husband. "If only sorry would get rid of the fucking blight while it was at it," he muttered darkly, shoving open the door and heading inside. RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.