long shadows

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving "Well, now you are just being unfair." Ronin grumbles, though the grin on his face says otherwise, and he gives Remi's hand a gentle squeeze as they stroll along the riverbank towards the Sea of Branches. Will this lead to some very inappropriate groping over drinks? Remi will have to wait and find out. (He really won't - he probably already knows the answer, and it's yes. It's absolutely yes). "Well in that case, I suppose I'm drinking red wine for the rest of our lives," he says with a laugh, reaching out to playfully redirect the wisp caught in Remi's air current. As the other man looks over his shoulder, the Huntsman is momentarily caught by the how effortlessly handsome Remi looks, bathed in the light of the stars and the will-o-wisps, looking carefree enough that Ronin's knees threaten to go weak. It takes a moment for him to gather himself again, to blink away the fiery colour of seaglass green illuminated by fae lights, and he hums out a considering sigh. "I think here," he says softly, like it's an admission. "I feel like there were two stages to our lives together - Before Aoife, and After Aoife. And only here do I feel like we've finally joined them together. I love it here, with you." His smile is unexpectedly bashful, even for Ronin. "If you could live anywhere in the Wilds, though, where would you choose?" he asks, not wanting to linger too much on his own sentimentality. (Good luck, Ronin).