RONIN
The golden ball of sleepy feathers might as well be a shining beacon in the boat as Ronin ducks inside, and while he wants to scoop up the hawk and squash him with his cuddles and love, he knows better than to provoke avian instincts. He doesn't fancy stitching up talon wounds this early. So it's with an appropriate amount of respect that he approaches Remi, leaning down a bit to look at him, asleep with his head tucked under his wing.
"Is there any form you take where you aren't handsome?" he wonders softly by way of a greeting, and though he looks tired, there's nothing but warmth and love in Ronin's expression. "Want to tuck yourself in my coat while I get a fire going outside? I thought I might make us eggs and bacon for breakfast."
"Is there any form you take where you aren't handsome?" he wonders softly by way of a greeting, and though he looks tired, there's nothing but warmth and love in Ronin's expression. "Want to tuck yourself in my coat while I get a fire going outside? I thought I might make us eggs and bacon for breakfast."
a star in someone else's sky
