RONIN
the darkstar
As is usually the case with the two men, where Remi is uncomfortable and wound up, Ronin is relaxed and carefree. He strolls at his husband's side as they meander out of the city gates, and he's about to let leathery dragon wings unfold from his shoulders when the Lullaby speaks. "Oh, I imagine she would be furious," he says airily, reaching out to slip a casual hand into Remi's back pocket, as if giving his ass a squeeze is the same as offering him a sympathetic hug.
"...I am sure she would be, but if the Order are already going for it, I'm surprised we haven't already been roped in," he admits, tilting his head. "I thought you'd be happy about that anyway," he continues, stepping closer so he might walk with the other man and keep his hand in his pocket. "Not having to go, I mean."
"...I am sure she would be, but if the Order are already going for it, I'm surprised we haven't already been roped in," he admits, tilting his head. "I thought you'd be happy about that anyway," he continues, stepping closer so he might walk with the other man and keep his hand in his pocket. "Not having to go, I mean."
