even my darkness shines for you
"If you hadn't made that innuendo, I'd have demanded we get a divorce," Ronin says with a filthy grin, watching as his husband adventures off into the nearby undergrowth in search of some remnant or another of their houseboat when it had been here in the Greatwood. For his part, he kicks about the docking post and raises his eyebrows at a rope, half buried, snaking away into the forest. "Shut up, no way," he chimes, grinning. "You know, I think this might be our anchor at the end of this." With a bark of laughter, Ronin crouches down to dig his fingers into the soft earth and yank up the rope.
"I remember cutting it loose before I flew the boat up to the Cordillera," he continues, wrapping the length of it around his hand a couple of times, heedless of the moss and dirt, and straightening up. "I don't know what made me think it'd... float away, or something. It's an anchor for a reason."
Steadying his feet in the earth, the muscles in Ronin's biceps and forearms are suddenly reminded of good, hard work as he gives the rope a yank. "She looked like she was having a blast," he agrees, half through gritted teeth. "Though her friendship circle has gotten... wild, wouldn't you say?" Sloppy, he might have opted for as well.
"I remember cutting it loose before I flew the boat up to the Cordillera," he continues, wrapping the length of it around his hand a couple of times, heedless of the moss and dirt, and straightening up. "I don't know what made me think it'd... float away, or something. It's an anchor for a reason."
Steadying his feet in the earth, the muscles in Ronin's biceps and forearms are suddenly reminded of good, hard work as he gives the rope a yank. "She looked like she was having a blast," he agrees, half through gritted teeth. "Though her friendship circle has gotten... wild, wouldn't you say?" Sloppy, he might have opted for as well.
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