the baffled king composing hallelujah
Ronin's 'oh for fuck's sake' was a playfully mumbled thing, as though the hunter was more than used to the ground suddenly becoming craggy and goopy beneath his feet. It certainly slowed him down enough for Remi to bound past, the hunter's laughter a mix of surprised and delighted as he was tagged on the ass.
Slowing his footsteps so as not to fall over, the hunter took a brief moment to watch his husband, winged and joyful as he ran for their wagon, and his smile softened considerably. It had been so long since he had seen Remi like this, he had no intention of winning if it meant losing a second of it. So it was that Ronin would stroll to the wagon, hands tucked in his pockets, to deliver a kiss to Remi's cheek. "I consider myself bested, sir," he conceded.
Slowing his footsteps so as not to fall over, the hunter took a brief moment to watch his husband, winged and joyful as he ran for their wagon, and his smile softened considerably. It had been so long since he had seen Remi like this, he had no intention of winning if it meant losing a second of it. So it was that Ronin would stroll to the wagon, hands tucked in his pockets, to deliver a kiss to Remi's cheek. "I consider myself bested, sir," he conceded.
