we live in a world someone else imagined
"That does not make me feel any better, unsurprisingly," Ronin murmurs, still scattering kisses along Remi's neck as he meanders down the bank and into the Stonesong. The water is cool and soothing against his skin, and he isn't even the one to have been injured that badly in all of this. Sinking into the river, he settles against the bank with Remi in his arms letting the current do the work for them.
Wrinkling his nose to hear about Fiadh's proclivity for beign everywhere, Ronin hums out a gentle sigh. "We can always find a room in the Sidhe Village," he suggests. "Or the Sea of Branches. Might be a bit cramped given that they're both Fae run, but it's a place to sleep." And to kiss things better.
Wrinkling his nose to hear about Fiadh's proclivity for beign everywhere, Ronin hums out a gentle sigh. "We can always find a room in the Sidhe Village," he suggests. "Or the Sea of Branches. Might be a bit cramped given that they're both Fae run, but it's a place to sleep." And to kiss things better.
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