everything has its wonders
”I don’t think we have. It doesn’t look like you know how to.” Ronin is grinning, neatly tucking away the last of his clothes into a single bag, which is perfectly closed and set down with the rest of the belongings he has packed so far. Their past rears its head in more than one way, from shared trauma all the way to the fact that one of them has been a soldier for most of his life. A free spirit some might consider Ronin, but the man knows how to pack a bag. The same cannot be said for his husband, regrettably.
”I hardly think this merits growling,” he says, swanning up behind Remi to slip his arms around him, kissing the side of his neck. ”I’ll take over. You go keep Mateo company, or keep drawing up the route you want to take with the wagon.”
Before he can continue, Amalia’s voice chimes out, Ronin smiling over Remi’s shoulder to the Shield and shrugging a bit; mess is relative, after all. When are they leaving, though? ”I don’t think we’ve set a day yet. Probably early LeafChange?”
”I hardly think this merits growling,” he says, swanning up behind Remi to slip his arms around him, kissing the side of his neck. ”I’ll take over. You go keep Mateo company, or keep drawing up the route you want to take with the wagon.”
Before he can continue, Amalia’s voice chimes out, Ronin smiling over Remi’s shoulder to the Shield and shrugging a bit; mess is relative, after all. When are they leaving, though? ”I don’t think we’ve set a day yet. Probably early LeafChange?”
even darkness and silence
