wonder what's next

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Melting into the warm press of lips against his own, Ronin's eyes slip shut even as Remi's attention turns down to the ink on his chest. "Mm, I consider it finished," he grumbles. "If Wessex wants to come back and take that last hit I had ready for her, she can feel free." Frowning a bit, his arms tighten around Remi, as if to hold onto him like a tether. "I doubt it will just be Isla. There's another party to consider in all of this, much as I'd prefer to punch Sunjata in the face," Ronin mutters. "Did I tell you? I sent Noah a raven about the situation in Stormbreak. The tone of his reply suggests that he really wants to kill Sunjata." Which Ronin has a lot of feelings about, understandably. "I foresee the negotiations being a lot of he said-she said." He scrunches his nose. "The Ascended did this, the Order did that. What matters is that ceasefire, though."