there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
Ronin knows exactly how the remark about Maeve might be taken, and he raises his eyebrows around at Remi's grin, though he understands what the other man means. "You can roar out the window and I'll come out here and prance around as a luxere to protect our snow-dick. It'll be half a welcome-to-the-Taliesin-boat sign, half a guard dick so we know if intruders are here."
Awwwing at the thoughtful offer to hold the mirror for freckle-inspection, Ronin has the decency to look mildly disconcerted at the artistic precision of Remi's tentacles, and he steps back to admire it as it all seems to come together. "I suppose I don't know," he murmurs wickedly. "I think you might be right. For science, obviously," he says. "But first..."
It doesn't take much for Ronin to engage his dazzle, given that even the smallest thoughts about Remi are enough to give him butterflies, and he eagerly reaches out to press his hands to their sculpture once he's emitting enough starlight. And the magic infuses into the snow-dick, setting it beautifully aglow in all its glory. "Ta daaaaa!"
Awwwing at the thoughtful offer to hold the mirror for freckle-inspection, Ronin has the decency to look mildly disconcerted at the artistic precision of Remi's tentacles, and he steps back to admire it as it all seems to come together. "I suppose I don't know," he murmurs wickedly. "I think you might be right. For science, obviously," he says. "But first..."
It doesn't take much for Ronin to engage his dazzle, given that even the smallest thoughts about Remi are enough to give him butterflies, and he eagerly reaches out to press his hands to their sculpture once he's emitting enough starlight. And the magic infuses into the snow-dick, setting it beautifully aglow in all its glory. "Ta daaaaa!"
RONIN
