the things we hold are always the first to go
Ronin is absolutely of the opinion that whatever is outside can wait - or he would be, if the screeching clamour hadn't successfully managed to steal his husband's sweet nothings from his lips. Anything that can silence Remi Taliesin from telling him exactly how he was wanted and where is probably worth investigating. Still, it's with a muffled grumble against the side of the Lullaby's neck that Ronin gently draws away, though not without first pressing his husband back into the bed and stealing a greedy kiss from his lips.
Having to practically stretch his way across the houseboat (they've only just woken up after Longnight, after all), it's with a yawn that he's hiding behind the back of his hand that he opens the door and squints over the mountain range. Brow furrowed, the Nova heads outside. "I think something has attacked a dragon," he mumbles, almost to himself. "I'll check it out, okay? You keep the bed warm for me."
Having to practically stretch his way across the houseboat (they've only just woken up after Longnight, after all), it's with a yawn that he's hiding behind the back of his hand that he opens the door and squints over the mountain range. Brow furrowed, the Nova heads outside. "I think something has attacked a dragon," he mumbles, almost to himself. "I'll check it out, okay? You keep the bed warm for me."
