we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"What a shame that I will have to keep holding onto you. I'll just have to find some way to manage," Ronin says with an exaggerated sigh, tipping a wink to Oria in gratitude for the addition of her melody. As Remi twirls back to him, Ronin sweeps him into a graceful bend that would never be possible if the two men weren't who they were (and he manages not to bonk his husband's head on the counter, so that's a bonus, too).
Straightening up again and nudging open the bathroom door with his hip, Ronin twirls them inside, and if coquettish is feral to the alchemist, then apparently that's exactly the Huntsman's vibe. At least it seems that way, from the heat in his cheeks that's also plunging straight south. "Gods, I would have showed you off to everyone, and damn the consequences," he murmurs, leaning in for a kiss.
"Can you imagine us at some stuffy blueblood ball?" he mumbles against his lips. "Or, much preferably, at one of the taverns in Northwind? I'd have you dancing on the tables if it killed me."
Straightening up again and nudging open the bathroom door with his hip, Ronin twirls them inside, and if coquettish is feral to the alchemist, then apparently that's exactly the Huntsman's vibe. At least it seems that way, from the heat in his cheeks that's also plunging straight south. "Gods, I would have showed you off to everyone, and damn the consequences," he murmurs, leaning in for a kiss.
"Can you imagine us at some stuffy blueblood ball?" he mumbles against his lips. "Or, much preferably, at one of the taverns in Northwind? I'd have you dancing on the tables if it killed me."
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
