driftwood

& my heart ran away from me

'Shush.' Is all that Remi has to say about his inability to be quite the menace he was describing. 7.5 limbs was still more than Ronin, so he considered it a win in his books. Grinning and letting his fingers curl around the Huntsman's hip, the alchemist shrugs roguishly at his husband's side. "You are the more handsome of the two of us, so swamping or crawling, it will always be you."

The walk was a familiar one even if Maeve and Co had given the town a few facelifts since the pair had last lived here. Smirking, it's with an over-the-top display of chivalry and pomp that Remi opens the door to the Hanged Man, lowering his head and gesturing for Ronin to enter. How much of this was merely an excuse to ogle his husband's ass? Well. You can probably guess.

The bartender had only to glance up and spy the pair before she straightened dramatically and swallowed. Today was a bad day to be left on her own in the bar, she thought rather miserably. "A bottle of whiskey, the whole time, some honey, and two glasses with ice." Remi orders, and, because it was the barmaids first shift unattended, she complied without argument.

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