we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
Ronin would never think of himself as a god, per say, but Gideon can call him whatever the fuck he likes so long as he keeps up whatever he's doing. The Star cums hard, vaguely aware of the Priest moaning around him as well, his fingers flexing in his hair. His ears fill with white noise for a few blissful seconds, and he can almost imagine that he's back where he belongs, that nothing has changed.
Then, of course, the moment passes, and they are where they are. Ronin slips his hand out of Gideon's hair, smirking as well and letting out a soft laugh as he catches his breath. "You've done that before," he remarks, his voice echoing off the stone walls. "I'm sure you could probably tell, but I needed that."
Reaching out, he offers a hand to help the other man to his feet.
Then, of course, the moment passes, and they are where they are. Ronin slips his hand out of Gideon's hair, smirking as well and letting out a soft laugh as he catches his breath. "You've done that before," he remarks, his voice echoing off the stone walls. "I'm sure you could probably tell, but I needed that."
Reaching out, he offers a hand to help the other man to his feet.
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
