we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
With breakfast done, Ronin can let himself indulge in the other aspects of his morning, which likely explains the slow, whiskey sweet kisses he's scattering along the side of Remi's neck. Whatever has become of the Lullaby in the aftermath of the war, it hasn't stopped Ronin from showing his appreciation and attraction for the other man. (And he does it at every opportunity, to the surprise of no one).
"I think you're right," he agrees about their home in the falls. "And I'm glad too. I'm even more glad you let me build the lookout tower on top of it." Grinning against the side of Remi's neck, Ronin's smile admittedly fades away at the mention of gossip. Always a socialite in the past, the Huntsman has been as much a hermit as his husband these past few seasons.
"I tend to stay away from the cities when I go down to get supplies. I usually just hunt what I need and then come back, or I go to smaller marketplaces where no one would know me," he admits. "I just don't feel up to it."
"I think you're right," he agrees about their home in the falls. "And I'm glad too. I'm even more glad you let me build the lookout tower on top of it." Grinning against the side of Remi's neck, Ronin's smile admittedly fades away at the mention of gossip. Always a socialite in the past, the Huntsman has been as much a hermit as his husband these past few seasons.
"I tend to stay away from the cities when I go down to get supplies. I usually just hunt what I need and then come back, or I go to smaller marketplaces where no one would know me," he admits. "I just don't feel up to it."
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
