you are terrifying and strange and beautiful
Shut up, Ronin thinks adoringly back to his husband, and as Remi sits back and warm blue meets pale green, he can't wipe the smile from his face. It's still there when he leans in for a gentle kiss, both their cheeks still streaked with tears, the imaginary Wishing Wagon around them warbling and shimmering as Ronin's concentration is stolen away. I love you too. I'm worried about you, and I love you, and I miss you. Each sentiment is punctuated by another kiss.
"Mm..." Ronin sighs, drawing back enough to let the mild horror of the question sink into his thoughts like a poison. But he hardens, then, a crooked sort of smile on his face. "Don't know how long until this is over," he says quietly. "But I do know that I'm going to spend time with you, in the Greatwood, before the end of Deepfrost. I'm going to make it happen, and I don't care what it takes." Because even if the world can't give them timescales, he can make some for himself. It's the only thing that will keep him sane.
"Mm..." Ronin sighs, drawing back enough to let the mild horror of the question sink into his thoughts like a poison. But he hardens, then, a crooked sort of smile on his face. "Don't know how long until this is over," he says quietly. "But I do know that I'm going to spend time with you, in the Greatwood, before the end of Deepfrost. I'm going to make it happen, and I don't care what it takes." Because even if the world can't give them timescales, he can make some for himself. It's the only thing that will keep him sane.
The huntsman
