and on to the glory at my right hand
"Just so we're clear," Ronin is saying, his feet propped up on his desk in the tower at the top of the Dragon's Nest and his fingers threaded obnoxiously with Remi's (like Michael and Holly in The Office), "we're both doing whatever we're told at the end of this season, and boldly going where we might never be seen again?" He's smiling, even though this is some sort of bullshit that their life has become.
"I just wanted to make sure," Ronin adds, shifting to sit properly but leaving his fingers twined against his husband's, "in case you decided you'd quite like to run the fuck off into the sunset. They'll find us, obviously, but it might be a fun fifteen minutes while it lasts."
"I just wanted to make sure," Ronin adds, shifting to sit properly but leaving his fingers twined against his husband's, "in case you decided you'd quite like to run the fuck off into the sunset. They'll find us, obviously, but it might be a fun fifteen minutes while it lasts."
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