wonder what's next

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving "And you are brilliant all the time," Ronin counters, smiling wolfishly and letting his fingers smooth through the feathers he can feel sprouting at the base of Remi's neck. He has to resist the urge to tug at them even ever so slightly, knowing it would only tempt further violence (but is that such a bad thing?) Mention of Wessex has the Huntsman grumbling, his blue eyes seeming darker as he tries to burrow deeper into the couch somehow. "Wessex, a gang of four Ascended, the whole damn race... Doesn't matter. I'll still bring my favourite person - so as not to be intimidating, of course - and tell them to get off Stormbreak's lawn." His smile is tipped with fangs, now, just a little, and he leans in to nuzzle aaginst the line of Remi's jaw, his hands sneaking beneath his shirt. "Not that I want to ruin the mood, but... you know this might mean confronting Isla, right?"