there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
Glancing up as Remi joins him where he's stood belowdecks, Ronin smiles without much warmth and steps up from the wall to slip his arms around his husband in turn. "Of course she would," he almost drawls, his arms looping gently around the Bastion's shoulders, teasing an errant curl around one of his fingers. "So I guess this is us, then. Instead of using our great and terrible powers to make a difference and face this new threat, we'll... renovate a boat."
Sighing and leaning in to kiss Remi's cheek as if to hide the disappointment in his expression, of course it's pointless given the other man's magic, but it's the thought that counts. "I don't know," he says honestly of Mateo. "All we can do is ask, I suppose? He can sail down in La Verbena at least - or have Everest do it, when he's feeling well enough - but I know most of his life is up in Stormbreak. Still, I think even Mateo must realise by now that things are getting bad."
Sighing and leaning in to kiss Remi's cheek as if to hide the disappointment in his expression, of course it's pointless given the other man's magic, but it's the thought that counts. "I don't know," he says honestly of Mateo. "All we can do is ask, I suppose? He can sail down in La Verbena at least - or have Everest do it, when he's feeling well enough - but I know most of his life is up in Stormbreak. Still, I think even Mateo must realise by now that things are getting bad."
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