RONIN
Remi is greeted by a delighted trill from Sugar, who promptly goes to attack the hunks of meat and potato that Ronin has separated out from his own bowl for her. The Huntsman grins after the dragonling and turns to ask how it all went, before suddenly there are cold hands against his cheeks and he's melting into seaglass eyes, humming against the soft kiss delivered to his lips. "Today isn't over yet," he whispers back, before digging into his meal with gusto.
"Thank you for today as well," he adds, once he's a few bites in and can trust himself to speak. In their cozy home with everything starting to become just so, it's easy to feel utterly content. "So do you think that terrarium will fit in here for Mateo? Or shall we take it to Stormbreak for him to use?" It would be nice for their son to cultivate his interests at home with them, he thinks. And if the tank can keep anything alive in it, Ronin supposes it could always go on the roof of the boat.
"Thank you for today as well," he adds, once he's a few bites in and can trust himself to speak. In their cozy home with everything starting to become just so, it's easy to feel utterly content. "So do you think that terrarium will fit in here for Mateo? Or shall we take it to Stormbreak for him to use?" It would be nice for their son to cultivate his interests at home with them, he thinks. And if the tank can keep anything alive in it, Ronin supposes it could always go on the roof of the boat.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
