you may not want to change
but the world is unforgiving and will do it for you anyway
but the world is unforgiving and will do it for you anyway
"I will have you write that down in your best handwriting," Ronin says with a grin against the side of Remi's neck. Whilst his husband's hands go exploring, the Huntsman's stay quite securely around him, though it's uncertain whether he's playing the anchor or whether he's clinging to one. "Mm. And I imagine that word will soon get out too. We'll have to be much more careful when it comes to people getting in and out of Stormbreak..."
The question, though, has him straightening up so he can gaze down into seaglass eyes, and it's as though the sky itself follows suit. Pale green washes over the brewing storm, and a warm rain begins to patter down around them. "I am the Dragon of the Greatwood," he murmurs, leaning in to seal the declaration with a kiss. Not the Eye. Not a leader, not again. (At least, not yet).
The question, though, has him straightening up so he can gaze down into seaglass eyes, and it's as though the sky itself follows suit. Pale green washes over the brewing storm, and a warm rain begins to patter down around them. "I am the Dragon of the Greatwood," he murmurs, leaning in to seal the declaration with a kiss. Not the Eye. Not a leader, not again. (At least, not yet).
RONIN
