RONIN
"Sorry, what was that? I couldn't hear you over the sound of my good idea," Ronin murmurs to his husband, indeed giving him the sideways glance that shows Remi looking very interestedly up at the stars. Still, he's smiling over the rim of his mug of cider, and the two of them approach the skyport in a wreath of warm spices and jovial chit-chat. "Uh - no," he objects on the nature of what he did to the ship that he did not steal. "It did not bump into anything, thank you. It was the avoiding a crash which broke it."
Not that it matters, not when he forgets all about it to watch Remi prowl away to peer over the edge of the cliffside, ignoring those in line who glower at him or the skyboat pilots looking as though they'd like to haul his ass to the back of the queue. For reasons Ronin does not go into, suddenly all suspicion of the Lullaby is dropped when his husband appears, and Ronin gives a cheerful smile to those waiting (and ignores one boat in particular) as he moves to join Remi.
"You mean in general? Or fly one of the boats?" he asks, curling a finger up to summon down one of the clouds, should Remi want to use it to examine the vessel further.
Not that it matters, not when he forgets all about it to watch Remi prowl away to peer over the edge of the cliffside, ignoring those in line who glower at him or the skyboat pilots looking as though they'd like to haul his ass to the back of the queue. For reasons Ronin does not go into, suddenly all suspicion of the Lullaby is dropped when his husband appears, and Ronin gives a cheerful smile to those waiting (and ignores one boat in particular) as he moves to join Remi.
"You mean in general? Or fly one of the boats?" he asks, curling a finger up to summon down one of the clouds, should Remi want to use it to examine the vessel further.
one more wish for you
