[se] top of the world

Melting without protest against the Lullaby, Ronin's arms fold around the other man (even if a little awkwardly, given that he's still holding the lantern) and he buries his nose against curls made cold by the high altitude. "Mm. I could never be so selfish as to keep her from her brothers and sisters," he agrees, giving Remi a gentle squeeze, equal parts gratitude and loss. Standing for a few moments more in the warmth of his husband's arms, the glow from his antlers casts them in a soft, warm light, and he almost imagines it's Longheat again. "I have no idea, honestly," he admits. "I don't even know where last year's was." They hadn't attended, so it hadn't registered as important to know the location. Releasing Remi at last and moving to sit down in the lee of one of the cliffs, the nimbus and its materials follow them over. "I heard Isla's lantern got chosen, though. She got to see Varus again." RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving