how could I freeze when you're hotter than hell?

i've hidden all my fears in a book for only my eyes to see

Remi rolls his eyes with a long-suffering fondness, casting Ronin a sideways glance that’s ruined only slightly by the twitch of a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Mmhmm," he hums, the sound rich with amusement. Then, more quietly and with a raised brow that speaks volumes, he adds, "You are quite right that there are things I’d let you choke on."

Kicking gently through a patch of overgrown moss, Remi squints toward a half-submerged plank of wood and lets his expression soften. "She looked like she had fun, didn’t she?" Remi wonders, of Flora when they'd last seen her. His voice slips into something quieter at the end, words like petals crushed under thumb as he crouches to inspect a half-rotted length of wood. He runs his fingers over it thoughtfully, brushing off dirt and time.

And then—

He snorts. The sound is boyish and bright as he glances up at Ronin. "Gods, I hope so. That on the first snow of DeepFrost, dozens of very earnest woodland creatures are forced to flee because of the sudden erection of dozens of snowdicks between here and the Grounds." Straightening, he wipes his hand absently on his shorts and grins.

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