the baffled king composing hallelujah
Feeling angry for a multitude of reasons, the most prominent being how their lazy morning plans are now dead in the water, Ronin lets his fingers twine between Remi's, sinking down on the edge of the bed. He knows he has to go, but to hear the other man say so as well warms him in a way he doesn't expect. Offering a sad and somehow adoring smile to the Lullaby, Ronin leans in to press a slow and lingering kiss against his lips. "I'd love nothing more than for you to come with me," he says, though the frown starting to furrow his brow says it probably won't be that simple.
"I'll be able to get there and back here again instantly with the compass, but it only takes one. It might be better if you stay in case there are any repercussions for the Greatwood." He has no idea if this will be the case, of course, Ronin kissing Remi again before rising to his feet and searching for clothes to drag on. "Besides, you just flew all night to get back from the Oerwoud. Let me shoulder the world for an hour or so." It's a half-hearted attempt at humour, but he does try.
"I still need to go and collect Kamaria, as well. No rest for the wicked, huh?"
"I'll be able to get there and back here again instantly with the compass, but it only takes one. It might be better if you stay in case there are any repercussions for the Greatwood." He has no idea if this will be the case, of course, Ronin kissing Remi again before rising to his feet and searching for clothes to drag on. "Besides, you just flew all night to get back from the Oerwoud. Let me shoulder the world for an hour or so." It's a half-hearted attempt at humour, but he does try.
"I still need to go and collect Kamaria, as well. No rest for the wicked, huh?"
