I will fight the end
The blankets have Ronin relaxing utterly, even if they're still soaking wet and the wind chill is cutting at best. His arms fold more securely around the Lullaby, and he nestles in close to rest his head against Remi's shoulder. "I won't," he says, his laughter huffing against the wet skin of Remi's neck. "And I'm not sure, honestly. It would certainly burn up the rest of our clothes and probably you, too. I'm not sure I can turn it on and off, who gets burned."
And he most definitely does not want to burn his husband, so Ronin busies himself thinking very warm thoughts and grumbling at the cold mist that clings to them instead. The nimbus ascends, even if it's quite slow, and soon enough they are soaring back up the cliffside towards the top of the Falling. Shuddering out a sigh, Ronin nuzzles closer to Remi. "Phoebe?" he repeats, sounding a mix of disbelieving and impressed.
"So that's where she was? Off... demi-goddessing? What is... I mean, is she coming here as well?"
And he most definitely does not want to burn his husband, so Ronin busies himself thinking very warm thoughts and grumbling at the cold mist that clings to them instead. The nimbus ascends, even if it's quite slow, and soon enough they are soaring back up the cliffside towards the top of the Falling. Shuddering out a sigh, Ronin nuzzles closer to Remi. "Phoebe?" he repeats, sounding a mix of disbelieving and impressed.
"So that's where she was? Off... demi-goddessing? What is... I mean, is she coming here as well?"
'til the end is here
