RONIN
the darkstar
The bottoms of his pants are soaked and his toes will be numb by the time they head back inside, but it's all worth it to get to his husband. Plodding through the snow, Ronin hums a note of contentment as he slips into Remi's arms, absently swatting at one of the jingle bugs as if to tell it to gets its own hand to perch on.
"Is it you? Because that's the only thing I really want," he says, smiling a kiss along the scruff of Remi's jawline. "Although I suppose I should be grateful that we're still giving each other presents. What did you get?" It's only at this point that the Huntsman glances around, spotting the jauntily wrapped present atop their giant snowdick.
"...I forgot that was going to come back," he says, sounding very proud of them both.
"Is it you? Because that's the only thing I really want," he says, smiling a kiss along the scruff of Remi's jawline. "Although I suppose I should be grateful that we're still giving each other presents. What did you get?" It's only at this point that the Huntsman glances around, spotting the jauntily wrapped present atop their giant snowdick.
"...I forgot that was going to come back," he says, sounding very proud of them both.
