Reverse bear trap

”It’s entirely fair. You have the same superpower, it’s just you don’t need to use it as much,” Ronin points out, as if it’s Remi’s fault for being the grumpier out of the two of them. It’s true, though, that in the times where the Huntsman does desperately need to be coaxed out of his own black mood, Remi is able to manage it with ease. Aiming an equally as crooked grin back to his husband, Ronin nods his instant agreement. ”Of course. You make the best ghost,” he says as if he’s just delivered a sweet compliment to the other man. And as they enter the village properly, Ronin is there to offer another example of the perfect pendulum they swing between. His hand frees itself from Remi’s if only for a moment, his arm soon slipping around the Lullaby’s waist instead. It’s a subtle but nonetheless clear indication for anyone approaching to field their questions and annoying socialisations towards the Huntsman rather than the man at his side. He’s hopeful, besides, that most of those living in the Greatwood will remember enough about their personalities not to bother. They’ll just have to see. ”I think at this point we could just offer our presence and that ought to be enough for them,” he counters. RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.