no grave can hold my body down
Feeling very much like a lovesick teenager, Ronin wants to wrap Remi up in his arms and hold him all night, or perhaps to initiate sloppy makeouts next to the bonfire; maybe even to drink until the buzz (however imagined) makes him liable to perform grand gestures to show his affection. Letting his fingers card gently through the Lullaby's curls as he draws back, his hum of acknowledgement is little more than that - he's sure the adventure with Jude was probably fairly interesting, but right now he only cares for the man in his arms and what the evening holds.
Only perhaps Ronin has misjudged what that might be, and as Ludo's name leaves Remi's lips, a few grey stormclouds are already trying to gobble up the golden light of the sky. "I think I had better," he agrees, already slipping an arm around the Lullaby and tucking his hand into his back pocket so they can stroll together. "I didn't think you were ever going to speak to Ludo again," he admits. Not for any particular reason other than it had been so long, and the herald itself didn't seem to be much bothered by it.
(And how lucky he feels Remi is for that).
Only perhaps Ronin has misjudged what that might be, and as Ludo's name leaves Remi's lips, a few grey stormclouds are already trying to gobble up the golden light of the sky. "I think I had better," he agrees, already slipping an arm around the Lullaby and tucking his hand into his back pocket so they can stroll together. "I didn't think you were ever going to speak to Ludo again," he admits. Not for any particular reason other than it had been so long, and the herald itself didn't seem to be much bothered by it.
(And how lucky he feels Remi is for that).
