RONIN
the darkstar
The changing of the seasons heralds a change, too, in the Huntsman, one that Remi will know now like the back of his hand. The luxere in him is calmed by the snows and the short days, wanting little more than to prance and frolic. The dragon and the phoenix shy from the cold by comparison, leaving him sleepy and companionable - a welcome difference from Leafchange, most would agree. Thus it will take until the third bellow call of his name for Ronin to stir, and when he does appear on the doorstep, it's with squinting eyes and desperately messy dark hair.
"Welcome home," he chimes, the greeting half hidden behind a yawn, and he tugs his blanket closer around himself as he heads out onto the snowbank, bare feet and all, to hold out his arms for his husband. "I missed you." He'd say it whether Remi had been gone for days or minutes, and it will be no less true.
"Welcome home," he chimes, the greeting half hidden behind a yawn, and he tugs his blanket closer around himself as he heads out onto the snowbank, bare feet and all, to hold out his arms for his husband. "I missed you." He'd say it whether Remi had been gone for days or minutes, and it will be no less true.
