wonder what's next

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving It's all going well until it isn't, and Ronin's smile turns from wicked into something softly apologetic. His husband is still half draped over him, and though the Huntsman continues to lavish attention across feathers and warm flesh alike, he's not looking to stoke any sort of fire in the alchemist. Not until they've scaled the Isla shaped mountain that suddenly appears in their midst. "You know why," he says softly, leaning in to press a kiss against Remi's forehead. "In some ways, perhaps it will be a good thing. Isla isn't a warmonger, and I will only finish a fight. I won't start one over this. I just wanted us to walk into this with our eyes open, in case it does involve some negotiations."