this madness of now

"Well," Ronin said with a faint smile that held all the warmth in the world in it, "right now, I think we should probably sort out our new wagon so it looks a little less stolen, and ride somewhere that can tell us where the fuck we are." Because beaches and oceans were all well and good (and fuck the gods for managing to ruin something he had been craving since setting foot in Caido), but they should still probably figure out where they had landed. "Oh and breakfast - of course." Nudging Remi back, Ronin leant in to press a kiss to his husband's temple, before he finally struggled to his feet. It wasn't an act easily done, especially given how sore he was likely to be for the next day or two, but he managed to buckle up his pants again and turn to offer Remi a hand up. "We have the fish you definitely caught, and whatever is in the wagon." RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.