Ronin Taliesin
but they haven't seen the best of me
"I would argue," Ronin replies, sounding reasonable enough if only because all of his gloating is hidden behind the scarf wrapped about his face, "that after how hot Torchline can be in Longheat, this is actually a nice change. And it's not as if we're going to be cold for long." He nods towards the plume of steam curling up against the brilliance of the sky, casting the Citadel and the Palace in shades of blush and amber as the sun sets.
His attention is drawn back to ground level as the hotsprings finally come upon them, Ronin's eyes widening at the sight of the twinkling waters, clean and clear and undoubtedly Safrin-blessed. (And these days, especially, he really doesn't mind the idea of basking in the goddess's presence). Spotting Deimos and offering a grin and a wave as Remi calls out a greeting, he follows suit with his husband and slips out of his layers of clothing.
Ronin's trunks, by contrast, are sky blue and adorned with cheerful, yellow suns - because he has to match Remi, you see, even if it's a study in opposites. "It's his hotspring," he says through a chuckle as he goes to sit at the edge and ease himself into the water. "I think that means he can sit wherever he likes."
His attention is drawn back to ground level as the hotsprings finally come upon them, Ronin's eyes widening at the sight of the twinkling waters, clean and clear and undoubtedly Safrin-blessed. (And these days, especially, he really doesn't mind the idea of basking in the goddess's presence). Spotting Deimos and offering a grin and a wave as Remi calls out a greeting, he follows suit with his husband and slips out of his layers of clothing.
Ronin's trunks, by contrast, are sky blue and adorned with cheerful, yellow suns - because he has to match Remi, you see, even if it's a study in opposites. "It's his hotspring," he says through a chuckle as he goes to sit at the edge and ease himself into the water. "I think that means he can sit wherever he likes."
