even my darkness shines for you
Ronin emerges from his jaunt down to the Spiral Marketplace slowly, knowing better than to shoot up from the depths with too much impatience. He'd had an interesting conversation with Deimos (that's putting it mildly) and had helped to decorate the marketplace for some celebration the Mer were hosting, and he's got a few trinkets for his trouble as well.
Breaching the surface of the water in silence next to the Northaven, the Knight has been adorned in a circlet of silver and seaglass (and yes, he does feel bonita, thank you for asking) as well as a small canvas sack filled with iridescent seashells that he plans to use to decorate the prow of the boat when he gets a spare moment.
Shaking away his partial shift and reaching for the ladder to haul himself back on board, he's bedraggled and his pants are soaking, but he doesn't plan for that to be a problem for long. Indeed, when his husband finds him, Ronin will have already peeled them off, laying quite naked on the deck of the boat to catch his breath in the sun.
Breaching the surface of the water in silence next to the Northaven, the Knight has been adorned in a circlet of silver and seaglass (and yes, he does feel bonita, thank you for asking) as well as a small canvas sack filled with iridescent seashells that he plans to use to decorate the prow of the boat when he gets a spare moment.
Shaking away his partial shift and reaching for the ladder to haul himself back on board, he's bedraggled and his pants are soaking, but he doesn't plan for that to be a problem for long. Indeed, when his husband finds him, Ronin will have already peeled them off, laying quite naked on the deck of the boat to catch his breath in the sun.
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