gratuitous violence; unnecessary, satisfying, heartbreaking
"Consider it your punishment for starting the race without any preparation," Ronin says, stepping a little closer to his husband as their fingers lace together. Leaning in, for a moment it appears as though Ronin is going to kiss his husband, only for his free hand to slip around the small of Remi's back, guiding him out of the way of another flurry of tar black leaves. "If these touch you, they can leave quite the blister, so I've heard."
As for ghost stories, Ronin smiles and shakes his head. "Not off the top of my head. Do you?" he asks, glancing up at the tree again only to freeze, furrowing his brow. "You don't see that everyday..." Nodding to the other man, above them in the boughs of the Hanging Tree, dozens of pairs of eyes are suddenly watching, hissing, chittering. "How did they even get up there...?"
As for ghost stories, Ronin smiles and shakes his head. "Not off the top of my head. Do you?" he asks, glancing up at the tree again only to freeze, furrowing his brow. "You don't see that everyday..." Nodding to the other man, above them in the boughs of the Hanging Tree, dozens of pairs of eyes are suddenly watching, hissing, chittering. "How did they even get up there...?"
RONIN
