devils in the canyon

Ronin, soaked through from his game of hide and seek with Mateo, meanders through the Greatwood in vibrant spirits indeed. His dark, wet hair is swept back out of his face, and he thoughtfully chews a sprig of peppermint bark as they stroll, glancing up only when his husband draws his attention. Truthfully, Ronin has been thinking more about pulling Remi close or taking his hand so they can swing them, or pinning him against a tree to make out. So to hear that he's about to be made angry is... well. He can't help but smile. "You always make the most compelling cases for going out and looking for Wicker Woman sap," he murmurs around the bark, reaching out to let his fingers close around his husband's. "Alright, then. Let's get this done." Ronin has no doubt that what Remi says is true - by now, he is just content to let things happen. He can't stop it, after all. RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving