you've long seen your downfall, spelled out in another's bones
"You can argue that it still is," Ronin says with a shrug, picking up his own net and slinging it over his shoulder just in time to see his husband pose. Which, of course, prompts the Knight to slide his own sunglasses down enough to properly admire Remi in his seahorse shorts, looking as gay flamboyant as he ever has done. "If you treat the void as a sort of weather, anyway."
Preparing to vault into the (thankfully warm) water, he raises his eyebrows and grins openly to hear his husband's ideas. "If you keep that up, Flora will have you on her council," he warns. "Environmental officer, or whatnot." With a deep breath, Ronin takes the plunge and splashes into the water, surfacing a moment later and sweeping his dark hair back from his face.
"Though she'd probably just suggest that you be the thing that keeps the ocean clean," he adds.
Preparing to vault into the (thankfully warm) water, he raises his eyebrows and grins openly to hear his husband's ideas. "If you keep that up, Flora will have you on her council," he warns. "Environmental officer, or whatnot." With a deep breath, Ronin takes the plunge and splashes into the water, surfacing a moment later and sweeping his dark hair back from his face.
"Though she'd probably just suggest that you be the thing that keeps the ocean clean," he adds.
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