didn't think we'd ever make it
"I mean," Ronin says, making a gesture with his hands that suggests very much that something that was here is now there. "We were in the Oerwoud, looking for herbs for one of Maeve's girls in the brothel because she was sick. And then it was like the whole world sneezed and suddenly we were at King's End, at this weird dock full of shipwrecks. I saw a mothman, Remi." The Star nods, a serious as it gets for all intents and purposes. "Honestly, I couldn't tell you more than that."
Ronin doesn't mind at all, leaving the brothel fantasy for the time being and giving Remi a gentle squeeze of reassurance. "Of course we can," he murmurs. "Instead, why don't I try and finalise the design for a new Dragoons uniform, and I can parade around that and let you undress me instead? I promise, there will not be a single buckle to be found." He winks, remembering the trouble Remi had with his armour at their wedding.
"If anyone is listening to this then that means they have broken into our apartment and they are eavesdropping, and I will throw them from the scruff of their neck out of the fucking window." The thread is murmured sweetly against Remi's cheek, Ronin settling back again eventually to stip at his coffee some more. His nose scrunches, though, to thing of the Cordillera. "Probably quite deadly," he says. "I'll be honest, I was hoping for a date that's more fun than full of death, for our first one in a while."
Ronin doesn't mind at all, leaving the brothel fantasy for the time being and giving Remi a gentle squeeze of reassurance. "Of course we can," he murmurs. "Instead, why don't I try and finalise the design for a new Dragoons uniform, and I can parade around that and let you undress me instead? I promise, there will not be a single buckle to be found." He winks, remembering the trouble Remi had with his armour at their wedding.
"If anyone is listening to this then that means they have broken into our apartment and they are eavesdropping, and I will throw them from the scruff of their neck out of the fucking window." The thread is murmured sweetly against Remi's cheek, Ronin settling back again eventually to stip at his coffee some more. His nose scrunches, though, to thing of the Cordillera. "Probably quite deadly," he says. "I'll be honest, I was hoping for a date that's more fun than full of death, for our first one in a while."
this close to safety in one piece
RONIN
