RONIN
"Then I suppose I had better run," Ronin says with a fiendish smile above the grass, having shifted back into a shape less likely to bolt at the mere sight of Remi. Still partially shifted so his glowing rack of antlers might act as a beacon to his husband, wherever he is, the Nova rolls his shoulders and tries to peep around for a lion's mane or some telltale feathers.
"Though we never clarified whether I'd be running to you or away from you," he adds, creeping a little closer and trying to pick apart shapes in the long grasses. If Remi couldn't tell, he absolutely wants the former, though given the season, running in all its forms is acceptable.
"Though we never clarified whether I'd be running to you or away from you," he adds, creeping a little closer and trying to pick apart shapes in the long grasses. If Remi couldn't tell, he absolutely wants the former, though given the season, running in all its forms is acceptable.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
