RONIN
Laughing, at first through their bond and then out loud as he shifts, Ronin is left in his dark, starlit leathers, a mantle of phoenix down coating his neck and shoulders to keep him warm and with his crown of luxere antlers still firmly in place. "It might not have been what you meant, but it is absolutely what you got," he informs the other man, wriggling and turning in the snow to grin up at him.
"I really couldn't live without you, you know," he says with sudden sweetness and a hot flush to his cheeks. "I'd not know what to do with myself if I couldn't have you hunt me through the snow every Deepfrost, or keep me from losing my mind every Leafchange." Or in Remi's case, encourage him to lose his mind.
"I really couldn't live without you, you know," he says with sudden sweetness and a hot flush to his cheeks. "I'd not know what to do with myself if I couldn't have you hunt me through the snow every Deepfrost, or keep me from losing my mind every Leafchange." Or in Remi's case, encourage him to lose his mind.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
