wonder what's next

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving "You say an awful lot when you don't say anything at all," Ronin informs his husband, his smile audible as he shifts to press a kiss against the crown of Remi's head. "I'd welcome your thoughts on the matter. Believe it or not, but I can still decide to do things my way even taking your opinion into account. And I'd welcome someone to talk to about it." Another kiss, another affectionate stroke of fingers, and Ronin sinks back into the couch again. "Mm, perhaps we could arrange a trade," Ronin supposes. "And I happen to have an Ascended demigod on ice, should that sort of fluid be needed as well." He tries to wiggle his legs to escape Remi's cold toes, chuckling into the cushions and hugging him closer rather than pushing him away. "Abandoned," he confirms. "It's baby steps, at first. I don't plan to make it so that they can just swan in. I was thinking perhaps the enchantment could be downgraded, prohibiting magic from working without... you know. Turning the caster to fucking stone."