and on to the glory at my right hand
"Indeed," Ronin hums at their standing orders, trying and failing not to smile to hear his husband use militaristic terms. (Is it a turn on? You fucking bet). As for their making it for however long it might take for the gods to catch them, of course, his blue eyes flick up to briefly meet Remi's. "One can only hope," he says, his smile finally breaching the corners of his lips.
Deimos and Noah would be a good addition, though whether it makes any difference remains to be seen. Ronin can only hope. "Oho?" He barks out a laugh when the Lullaby mentions their two Frey chosens, and though he wants to be a little bit bitter about the fact they're exempt from the war, what's the point by now?
"I bet they end up with a kid," he says, half whispering it and finally leaning forward a bit to jot down some notes. "I guess we should decide how we're going to do this, when the war does come?"
Deimos and Noah would be a good addition, though whether it makes any difference remains to be seen. Ronin can only hope. "Oho?" He barks out a laugh when the Lullaby mentions their two Frey chosens, and though he wants to be a little bit bitter about the fact they're exempt from the war, what's the point by now?
"I bet they end up with a kid," he says, half whispering it and finally leaning forward a bit to jot down some notes. "I guess we should decide how we're going to do this, when the war does come?"
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