wrap myself around your bones

RONIN

"You know, I completely agree with you there." A socialite Ronin might be, but especially given current circumstances - and the season they find themselves in - he's not keen for visitors unless they're related to him by blood. Falling still just for a moment while Remi moves to perch and dust their shutters, Ronin and his astral self are fast at work to put together their kitchen cabinets.

"You saying I can't do it?" He grins at the prospect of melting a magically frozen lake, the Huntsman straightening up and holding nails for his projection. The cabinets have been sanded and carved to look as if they are growing out of the boat, and Ronin has been shamelessly enjoying his artistic branching into scupture and wood carving. Now all that's left is to fit them in properly.

Seren might be Safrin's daughter, and this might have been a task set by the goddess, but not even Ronin is naive enough to think it will be without its dangers. And as Remi continues, the Huntsman pauses to glance up at the hawk, a warm smile spreading across his face. "Would you like to come with us? I would love to have you there," he murmurs, before the smile falters somewhat. "Aurelia and Deimos will be there as well, though. Would that be an issue?"

a star in someone else's sky

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