Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
Nodding and following Remi's instructions, Ronin pours the water until the weight on the scale says he can stop, before setting the kettle back down and letting out a breath he doesn't realise he's been holding. (Listen, who knew coffee making with an expert who also happens to be a wendigo could be so fucking stressful?)
"Oh, don't be so hard on yourself," he says with a wave of his hand and a grin. "If a fae witch is into you, it isn't hard to imagine other people would be. Pretty face like that - you'd be on plenty of shortlists. Though maybe we'd have to give you a haircut." He is starting to look like he actually belongs in the Canadian wilderness.
Grinning and feeling the words balanced on the edge of his tongue for a moment - I'd be visiting the coffee house, of course - Ronin clears his throat and shrugs his shoulders. "I really... haven't ever given it a thought, doing something other than this," he admits. "I've been hunting monsters since I came back through the veil. I don't know if I'd be any good at anything non life-threatening."
"Oh, don't be so hard on yourself," he says with a wave of his hand and a grin. "If a fae witch is into you, it isn't hard to imagine other people would be. Pretty face like that - you'd be on plenty of shortlists. Though maybe we'd have to give you a haircut." He is starting to look like he actually belongs in the Canadian wilderness.
Grinning and feeling the words balanced on the edge of his tongue for a moment - I'd be visiting the coffee house, of course - Ronin clears his throat and shrugs his shoulders. "I really... haven't ever given it a thought, doing something other than this," he admits. "I've been hunting monsters since I came back through the veil. I don't know if I'd be any good at anything non life-threatening."
sink into the wasteland underneath
stay for the night, I'll sell you a dream
stay for the night, I'll sell you a dream
