long shadows

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving His smile grows as he's tugged closer, Ronin shifting to slip his arm around Remi, leaning into the kiss that's pressed to his cheek. "I was hoping you would agree," he murmurs, turning his head to sneak a kiss to the corner of Remi's mouth before he turns away again. And he's still grinning to hear his answer about the Wilds, nodding slow undersanding. "The Oerwoud is about as close to the Greatwood as you can get when it comes to the Wilds," he remarks, like that isn't a coincidence at all. And when the bar comes into view and Ronin is ushered forward, he - of course - takes full advantage of it. Not one to deny his husband the chance to ogle him, Ronin all but saunters inside, feathers and leathers on display for all to see (but mostly Remi, and they all know it). And when he does swagger up to the bar, it's to order - naturally - a glass of red wine and a botanical gin that he thinks the fae have boasted about every time he's stepped into the place. "Go ahead and choose a table," he says, waggling his eyebrows at the Lullaby. "Hopefully there's one in a suitably creepy and dark place for you to slink into."