you've long seen your downfall, spelled out in another's bones
Granted, it might have been a stupid idea, but Ronin is apparently in a stupid sort of season mood, and he's absolutely assuming his husband will be hunkered down behind a shrub, or hiding in the grasses ready to burst out at any moment. And thus his eyes are not even close to being on the sky as he prowls forward, parting the grasses and narrowing his eyes as he peeps through, trying to find a hint of green eyes or angel curls.
Finding nothing, it's with a soft huff that he straightens up to regroup - only to have to leap out of the way of a bolt of lightning that cracks at the ground not ten feet away. "Fuck," he blurts, barking out a laugh that's entirely due to adrenaline and nerves. Then, of course, he's sharply looking around again - because if he'd jumped out of his skin, maybe Remi had done as well.
Finding nothing, it's with a soft huff that he straightens up to regroup - only to have to leap out of the way of a bolt of lightning that cracks at the ground not ten feet away. "Fuck," he blurts, barking out a laugh that's entirely due to adrenaline and nerves. Then, of course, he's sharply looking around again - because if he'd jumped out of his skin, maybe Remi had done as well.
RONIN
