RONIN
No sooner has Ronin wiped away the snowflakes from his face when they're raining down on him again, the Huntsman grumbling and giving up. As Remi speaks, though, his wings fold back into his back and he turns to face his husband. "It's been a sad sort of day," he murmurs, plodding through the snow to silently wrap his arms around the alchemist, clasping him against his chest.
"I'm so glad you're alright," he mumbles, as if he's got permission to concentrate on his husband now that the grieving Flood was on his way to the Grounds. His hands fan out to smooth across soft feathers, even as they're slowly soaked through from the blizzard. "Shall we head inside? I'll make some coffee and we can just... sit for a bit. Get a fire going."
"I'm so glad you're alright," he mumbles, as if he's got permission to concentrate on his husband now that the grieving Flood was on his way to the Grounds. His hands fan out to smooth across soft feathers, even as they're slowly soaked through from the blizzard. "Shall we head inside? I'll make some coffee and we can just... sit for a bit. Get a fire going."
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
