RONIN
"Shut up," comes Ronin's eloquent reply, which is basically the equivalent of: I forgot I could fly, fuck. He hasn't had winged shifts for very long, okay? But still, as the roaring reaches his ears, all of the parts of him that are not a predator react; more feathers shiver down the length of his spine and against his arms, though the Huntsman still doesn't take to the air.
Instead he skids to a sudden stop with fire smouldering in his eyes and a darkly charming grin for his husband, holding out his arm(capes) to try and bundle Remi into them as he swoops close. "Here, let me warm you up," he suggests, though his swerving about has caused him to lose the pathway he'd cleared. And so naturally, Ronin trips over a wall of snow and goes tumbling right into it.
Instead he skids to a sudden stop with fire smouldering in his eyes and a darkly charming grin for his husband, holding out his arm(capes) to try and bundle Remi into them as he swoops close. "Here, let me warm you up," he suggests, though his swerving about has caused him to lose the pathway he'd cleared. And so naturally, Ronin trips over a wall of snow and goes tumbling right into it.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
