this madness of now

"It could always be worse," Ronin pointed out, flashing his husband a smile. A lot worse. It had, in fact, been so much worse in the last day or two alone that it beggared belief. But less about that. Banishing those dark thoughts and instead relishing the feeling of his partner's hands roaming over his shoulders, the departing figures of the men (who likely thoroughly regretted their decisions) was utterly forgotten. "I suppose that's true enough. At least I don't give you starburns with my love." Chuckling and slipping an arm around Remi's waist, he began to walk them back up towards the road. They might as well finish decorating their wagon and head off to wherever the map told them was the next town. "I mean, he would have deserved it," he said of the man. "And no you certainly are not. You can wait until you inevitably get hurt again by accident." RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.