RONIN
Unaware of whatever the fucking fuck madness is going on downstairs, Ronin has already opened a jar of marmalade and is dunking a hunk of bread into it by the time his husband appears. Standing in the kitchen, visibly sleepy and yet still ever-so-awake, his blue eyes flash up to the other man even as he's licking the sticky sweet jam from his fingers. Good to know, he says of the results of his search.
Putting the bread and the jar away, Ronin's shoulders slump and he cracks his neck, shifting against the counter where he's leaning. "My bones are restless," he says, knowing it doesn't make sense and equally knowing that his husband will get it. "I thought it would be easier this time because we aren't in the Greatwood, but it isn't." He still wants to run, and headbutt the butcher's apprentic when he smiles and waves at Remi on the way past in the morning.
"I woke up too warm and I just started thinking about everything, I guess. I couldn't fall back asleep, and I didn't know if you were..." His vague handwave suggests in a meeting, but one that takes place in dreamland. "So I thought I'd amuse myself until you woke up."
Putting the bread and the jar away, Ronin's shoulders slump and he cracks his neck, shifting against the counter where he's leaning. "My bones are restless," he says, knowing it doesn't make sense and equally knowing that his husband will get it. "I thought it would be easier this time because we aren't in the Greatwood, but it isn't." He still wants to run, and headbutt the butcher's apprentic when he smiles and waves at Remi on the way past in the morning.
"I woke up too warm and I just started thinking about everything, I guess. I couldn't fall back asleep, and I didn't know if you were..." His vague handwave suggests in a meeting, but one that takes place in dreamland. "So I thought I'd amuse myself until you woke up."
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
