this madness of now

Ronin watched the birds' departure with obvious and haughty suspicion, his cheek still pressed close against Remi as his husband whispered with such delight into his ear. A small smile crept across his face, one that grew into something truly mischievous as he turned his head to gaze at Remi. "You know, you are absolutely right," he murmured, promptly hauling himself to his feet and dragging Remi with him. "Probably wise to walk to the sea given that we are still wrongly accused of being thieves," he said. "So... stay, I guess." Waggling a finger to the mare, Ronin's free hand slipped into his husband's so he could lead them through the foliage. "It has been so long since I went swimming." RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.