long shadows

are you really going to talk about timing in times like these?

Remi doesn't need to wait to find out, not with Ronin's emotions acting like a paint-by-number where most of it is already filled in. "A good choice." The alchemist agrees, of red wine, thoroughly distracted by the blue of Ronin's eyes such that he's nearly forgotten his question altogether.

Ronin's answer is surprisingly apt and poignant such that it isn't just his handsome profile that has Remi's breath catching in his throat. "That...sounds exactly right." The words are whispered as if he too feels like it's some sort of admission to be said with respect. Tugging at Ronin's hand to direct the Huntsman's step closer, Remi leans over to press a kiss against his cheek. "I love it here, with you too." He agrees, feeling as though his lips had just been electrified for having brushed ever so slightly against Ronin's skin.

"I think..." Twitching his lips, Remi hmmmms for a moment before deciding. "The Oerwoud I think. I liked the waterfalls there, and I can only imagine the sorts of creepy and dark places I could slink about in." He replies, bobbing his eyebrows at Ronin.

Once the bar comes into view, perched effortlessly on stilts that it might be considered both part of the Woods as well as the Stonesong, Remi grins and waves his hand that Ronin might go in first. Being a gentleman had its benefits of course, namely watching having an unblemished view of his husband's ass in tight brown leather (the view of which made his own pants grow tight, but nevermind).

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Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)