and on to the glory at my right hand
"Okay, you have to promise to keep your eyes closed even though you're blindfolded. Deal?" Ronin has probably extracted this promise out of his husband three times already, and he still isn't tired of it. He's holding Remi's hands as he walks them carefully along the Whispershore to where he has arranged his present, and it's a good thing he has blindfolded his husband so he won't see the Huntsman's boyish grin.
"And no using your projection to take a peek either okay? It's just a little bit further up ahead." It's a crisp night, and their footsteps crunch on ice and snow, and the air rolling off the Whispershore is colder still than usual. But it's nothing that cocoa in cups made of peppermint bark won't solve, and that's all waiting back at the boat. "Alright, we can stop here," Ronin says eventually, drawing them up to a halt. "Ready?"
"And no using your projection to take a peek either okay? It's just a little bit further up ahead." It's a crisp night, and their footsteps crunch on ice and snow, and the air rolling off the Whispershore is colder still than usual. But it's nothing that cocoa in cups made of peppermint bark won't solve, and that's all waiting back at the boat. "Alright, we can stop here," Ronin says eventually, drawing them up to a halt. "Ready?"
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