long shadows

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving "I suppose you will. I hope you don't mind," Ronin murmurs, his smile only growing to feel the other man lean into him, and he melts into another kiss without any hesitation. The emotions all but roar out of Remi, enough to make his knees weak, though luckily enough he has someone to hold onto that he might keep his balance. And for a second they could be right back where it all started in the old guildhall, being seen by sightless eyes in blushes of colour, every kiss tasting of something new. Ronin's fingers slip up and through Remi's curls quite without his permission, the Huntsman gently resting his forehead against the other man's, and he all but beams at him to hear his declaration of love. It never gets old - it never will. "I'm torn between wanting to pull you into the boat and asking if you want to head into the Sea of Branches for a drink. Can you make the decision for us, please?"