RONIN
kiss your perfect day goodbye
Gazing over his shoulder at the retreating sight of the Northaven, by the time his husband decides to trade ferrying him out to sea for cradling him against the lapping waters, Ronin has fallen into wry acceptance of his fate. "Those are all very valid reasons," he concedes, though Remi is correct of course - he doesn't need one at all. Wondering how many more tentacles he's about to find curling about him when the other man suggests a game of sea monster, Ronin can't help but bark out a laugh.
"I'd be honoured," he says, not bothering to try and struggle free of the kraken's grip; instead he simply begins to shift, all glittering scales and leviathan fronds slinking deep into the cool depths. Slinking beneath the surface to let himself stretch out this rarely used shape, he sends a pulse of amusement towards his husband. You will have to catch me to fight me though, he reminds him, already cutting smoothly through the current and away.
The movement spooks and scatters the pack of echo sharks he'd barely noticed trying to entice a meal nearby; and good thing too, unless they want to become a meal for the leviathan.
"I'd be honoured," he says, not bothering to try and struggle free of the kraken's grip; instead he simply begins to shift, all glittering scales and leviathan fronds slinking deep into the cool depths. Slinking beneath the surface to let himself stretch out this rarely used shape, he sends a pulse of amusement towards his husband. You will have to catch me to fight me though, he reminds him, already cutting smoothly through the current and away.
The movement spooks and scatters the pack of echo sharks he'd barely noticed trying to entice a meal nearby; and good thing too, unless they want to become a meal for the leviathan.
because the world is on fire
