RONIN
Nodding seriously back at his husband, Ronin even manages to keep a straight face as he reaches the culmination of his story. "We are," he agrees, already knowing that his husband is not likely to be thinking of the ghostly elements of his tale. Remi, for all of his changes in appearance and his coming out of Narnia to eat turkish delight, is still as politically aware as ever of the nuances between classes in Northaven. Leaning in, he kisses the alchemist's cheek, raising his eyebrows in a mix of outrage and curiosity.
"Maybe not on its own, but when someone wraps themselves in a sheet and starts weeping and wandering the Wall, it can keep you on your toes," he points out, before nudging Remi and reaching for the wine to take a sip. "Have you got anything better?" he wonders. "Or is it just going to be like my story, but in a different place?"
"Maybe not on its own, but when someone wraps themselves in a sheet and starts weeping and wandering the Wall, it can keep you on your toes," he points out, before nudging Remi and reaching for the wine to take a sip. "Have you got anything better?" he wonders. "Or is it just going to be like my story, but in a different place?"
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
