you're my guiding light, when there's no guiding light left inside
Knowing just as little about the spirit shenanigans going on between hand and companion as her bonded, Sugar maintains her position half nesting in Remi's hair - that is, until Ronin forcefully peels her away (she lets out a dramatic shriek of protest). It's during this (comparatively small, honestly) episode of chaos that Remi's hand stages its great escape, and if Ronin werent busy prying small dragon jaws off his forearm, he might have gasped.
Instead it's with a slow dawn of understanding that he gazes at his husband, at the replaced - if not ghostly - digits on his right hand, on the hand and arm itself that are freely moving. "I..." he begins, somewhat lamely. "I... but... we haven't even danced." Obviously he assumes this is some strange and instant gift by Ludo.
Instead it's with a slow dawn of understanding that he gazes at his husband, at the replaced - if not ghostly - digits on his right hand, on the hand and arm itself that are freely moving. "I..." he begins, somewhat lamely. "I... but... we haven't even danced." Obviously he assumes this is some strange and instant gift by Ludo.
RONIN
