there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
"He used to be," Ronin murmurs with a smirk. "If you had seen him on our wedding day, I daresay you'd not have recognised him." Things change, though, and people do not hold the same sort of enjoyment for his husband as they used to (a fact that the Huntsman understands all too well). "A dinner party is a little different to a party-party, though. Providing the company is to his liking, I imagine it will be quite enjoyable."
They stroll together away from the shrine, Ronin's offering beading with condensation in the sun as they leave it behind. Bumping affectionately back against Maeve's shoulder, he bounces his eyebrows at her. "Okay, but what kind of sandwiches?" he wants to know. "And how many of them?"
Blue eyes do narrow ever so slightly as she clarifies about their chemistry, and he smirks to himself. "Listen, I can appreciate beauty as well as the next man," he informs her. "But I get along well with you because we are bonded together by being flung across Caido by a supernatural force. Hopefully that doesn't happen again, though. We both have things to do."
They stroll together away from the shrine, Ronin's offering beading with condensation in the sun as they leave it behind. Bumping affectionately back against Maeve's shoulder, he bounces his eyebrows at her. "Okay, but what kind of sandwiches?" he wants to know. "And how many of them?"
Blue eyes do narrow ever so slightly as she clarifies about their chemistry, and he smirks to himself. "Listen, I can appreciate beauty as well as the next man," he informs her. "But I get along well with you because we are bonded together by being flung across Caido by a supernatural force. Hopefully that doesn't happen again, though. We both have things to do."
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