this is me trying

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving It doesn't surprise Ronin at all, to hear that Remi went to visit Isla - he'd been expecting it, of course, when the Lullaby had flown away to portal to the Greatwood. But to have run into Nate as well? It takes a lot for eyes as bright as Ronin's to grow dark, but the Star manages it somehow, especially as his husband guides his fingers against the familiar warmth of his cheek. A thumb strokes along a stubbled jawline, and the breath he skip in almost sounds like a hiccup, so hasty is he. "I believe you," he whispers when Remi says he tried, with Nate, and it's with barely a thought that he reaches for another of the blankets, wrapping it around his husband that he might at least sit closer under the illusion of touching, but without as much dark temptation. Still, if the alchemist decides to fold against him, he'll find Ronin's arms as welcoming as ever. "I posted a notice, to see if any Accepted were interested in joining the Dragoons. Nate had something to say about that as well."