RONIN
Remi's flaring wings and sleepy eyes and ruffled feathers are a recipe for adorableness, and so Ronin can't much be blamed for the way his cheeks round and how he has to bite his lower lip to keep his smile under control. "There are too many of them and they stick to all the places that they shouldn't," he says of the tentacles, straightening up in time for his husband to swoop towards him.
He lets his coat fall around the hawk as Remi nestles close against him, and the warm press of a feathered body is enough for the Huntsman to feel like he's properly home already. "Oh? I hope the real thing is as good as your dream," he says softly, already ambling out of the houseboat so he can hop to shore towards the dead embers of their cooking fire.
As for his preferences, he can only wrinkle his nose. "Not today it hasn't. But if you'd like me to feed you some raw bacon, I'm sure I can oblige you."
He lets his coat fall around the hawk as Remi nestles close against him, and the warm press of a feathered body is enough for the Huntsman to feel like he's properly home already. "Oh? I hope the real thing is as good as your dream," he says softly, already ambling out of the houseboat so he can hop to shore towards the dead embers of their cooking fire.
As for his preferences, he can only wrinkle his nose. "Not today it hasn't. But if you'd like me to feed you some raw bacon, I'm sure I can oblige you."
a star in someone else's sky
