RONIN
Unaware of the slightly ominous thoughts that invade his husband's mind, Ronin shifts back and shakes his head to make the bells still looped around him start to jangle. "Now that sounds like a good plan," he says of the spiked cocoa, rosy cheeked and smiling as he untangles himself. "I won't be long." And if there's still something vaguely prancy about the Huntsman as he heads away into the Sea of Branches, so be it.
Ronin isn't gone for very long, and when he returns it's with all the things they'd spoken about; a few balloons in a paper bag ready to fill with water along with some little vials of food colouring, a container of rich stew and, of course, a flask of cocoa-whiskey for them to split while they continue their shenanigans. "Ta daaa," he chimes, greeting Remi with a kiss to the cheek and offering out the flask while he loads the cart with the rest of their purchases.
"I'll pull the sled if you can feed me a sip of cocoa?"
Ronin isn't gone for very long, and when he returns it's with all the things they'd spoken about; a few balloons in a paper bag ready to fill with water along with some little vials of food colouring, a container of rich stew and, of course, a flask of cocoa-whiskey for them to split while they continue their shenanigans. "Ta daaa," he chimes, greeting Remi with a kiss to the cheek and offering out the flask while he loads the cart with the rest of their purchases.
"I'll pull the sled if you can feed me a sip of cocoa?"
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
