I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
"LeafChange? Maybe?" Ronin shrugs, as if things like that weren't important when it came to gazing into the seaglass green of his husband's eyes. "And if you insist on trying to start this war early, I'll have to keep you busy up until then. I'm not quite ready to do something like that again quite so soon." That meaning the kraken, or worse. Definitely worse, knowing their luck.
Ronin sits back enough so that Remi can rise out of the water like a gods damned siren, the Huntsman offering out a hand to help him over the side of the fountain, bowing as if he's the alchemist's personal chauffeur for the evening. "I will do my very best," he assures him, drawing him close enough to slip his arm around him as they head away from the Court.
For his part, Ronin is still salt stiff and sandy, his hair drying in a desperately messy mop that he doesn't bother to try and change. "It's been a long time since we were here like this, huh."
Ronin sits back enough so that Remi can rise out of the water like a gods damned siren, the Huntsman offering out a hand to help him over the side of the fountain, bowing as if he's the alchemist's personal chauffeur for the evening. "I will do my very best," he assures him, drawing him close enough to slip his arm around him as they head away from the Court.
For his part, Ronin is still salt stiff and sandy, his hair drying in a desperately messy mop that he doesn't bother to try and change. "It's been a long time since we were here like this, huh."
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