RONIN
"Oh, I will," Ronin assures his husband with a devious little chuckle, before he's back at it, digging out the area for their hot spring with much less difficulty than one might expect when it's freezing cold and has started to snow. Indeed, the Huntsman has almost disappeared into a snowdrift when Remi eventually calls him, and it's with dragon wings rather than a phoenix that he gets himself out of his predicament.
Circling the boat for the purpose of stretching said wings and curbing the instincts that flood him with the partial shift, Ronin eventually touches down beside Remi. Sugar coils herself around his shoulders and burrows her cold scales against the warm crook of his neck precisely to be a shit, and Ronin is armed with snark and complaints until his eyes land on the work Remi has achieved that morning.
"Wow," Ronin breathes, a charmed little smile tugging at his lips. "It looks like a wonderland."
Circling the boat for the purpose of stretching said wings and curbing the instincts that flood him with the partial shift, Ronin eventually touches down beside Remi. Sugar coils herself around his shoulders and burrows her cold scales against the warm crook of his neck precisely to be a shit, and Ronin is armed with snark and complaints until his eyes land on the work Remi has achieved that morning.
"Wow," Ronin breathes, a charmed little smile tugging at his lips. "It looks like a wonderland."
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
