this madness of now

It wasn't right, the way Remi said loathe sent a bolt of heat low in Ronin's belly, but the hunter still found himself with a similar teasing warmth to his smile as the other man parted from him. "Good," he muttered, waving a hand at the inside of the wagon; it looked like it had been a spice merchant, the inside of the vehicle cluttered with little jars of salts and seasonings, with a bed that might just squeeze two tucked in at the back. Not that Ronin had cared - he'd just seen something he thought Remi would like and grabbed it for him. The cry in the distance didn't hurry Ronin along either, and as their new home made its way from rust red to moss green, he patted the mare's nose. "You know, I think I might just join you." So saying (that one's for you, Odd) he hopped back up into the seat and invited Remi to get himself comfortable in the wagon. "In your own time, sir." RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.