everything has its wonders
"Nothing at all, sir," Ronin says breezily, grinning and fastening up the bag Remi was packing (it's neat and precise, now, and he's managed to fit more than four shirts in there). He feels the flutter of his husband's heartbeat on his finger, and it goes without saying that the Star is also looking forward to enjoying the colours of the Greatwood, to racing through the trees and searching for trouble adventure.
Quite how the temperature keeps managing to metaphorically plummet is beyond Ronin, but Safrin seems to be the buzz word of a gift that keeps on giving. "I... uh... no, I don't think she is," he says as delicately as possible, glancing to Remi and sending a pulse of warmth and calm in his direction, like it might help to quell the other man's inevitable flare in temper
Pinching at the bridge of his nose, Ronin loses his battle with diplomacy in lieu of fast answers. "Amalia, is there something you want to say? You're... saying a lot without being direct," he mutters.
Quite how the temperature keeps managing to metaphorically plummet is beyond Ronin, but Safrin seems to be the buzz word of a gift that keeps on giving. "I... uh... no, I don't think she is," he says as delicately as possible, glancing to Remi and sending a pulse of warmth and calm in his direction, like it might help to quell the other man's inevitable flare in temper
Pinching at the bridge of his nose, Ronin loses his battle with diplomacy in lieu of fast answers. "Amalia, is there something you want to say? You're... saying a lot without being direct," he mutters.
even darkness and silence
