RONIN
"I never thought it would actually come up," Ronin protests, more than happy to play along with this charade as he wipes the sweat from his brow and digs their trench further that they might be able to lead it into a basin sort of shape. Is it how it's supposed to go? Fuck if Ronin knows. "Luckily for you, when it's between the two of us I am more than happy to provide the heat," he says, flashing a lopsided smile over his shoulder and lifting the arm not holding the shovel to flex for Remi's benefit.
But there's more digging to be done unless his husband is insistent about his heat bringing, and Ronin chuckles at the mental image of him lounging against some stones. "We could just toss some water on the stone at that point and make a sauna instead," he suggests. "A good plan, though, unless we find someone with lava magic to help us out."
But there's more digging to be done unless his husband is insistent about his heat bringing, and Ronin chuckles at the mental image of him lounging against some stones. "We could just toss some water on the stone at that point and make a sauna instead," he suggests. "A good plan, though, unless we find someone with lava magic to help us out."
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
