RONIN
THE FALLEN STAR
Ronin shuffled along at Remi's side, both hating how long it was taking him to move and enjoying his husband's presence in a moment of clarity that he knew was fleeting at best. "You're a weird fleshy thing," he countered nonetheless, immaturity winning over depression for a brief moment. Arching an eyebrow and listening to the details of Rexanna and Bastien's wedding, Ronin seemed saddened to have missed it more than anywhere.
"Poor Phoebe," he said after a while, stumbling but luckily finding Remi's earth magic there to steady him. "Sugar is around. She's my eyes above the trees," he assured the alchemist; his dragon was no youngster, not any more. She didn't need to stick so closely to his side these days. "Catch her, if you can. Take her home."
"Poor Phoebe," he said after a while, stumbling but luckily finding Remi's earth magic there to steady him. "Sugar is around. She's my eyes above the trees," he assured the alchemist; his dragon was no youngster, not any more. She didn't need to stick so closely to his side these days. "Catch her, if you can. Take her home."
now don’t you lose hope
I swear I never dream that we’re alone
I swear I still believe but I don’t know
