driftwood

& my heart ran away from me

Taking a moment to enjoy the fact that he wasn't using every ounce of strength in his body to restrain a colossal creature, Remi lets his eyes pour over Ronin. Sand sparkled like fractured stars in the Huntsman's dark hair, and gods if the window of skin shown by his open shirt didn't practically beg to be torn off. Narrowing his eyes slightly and taking an indulgent breath, Remi blinks himself back into the moment and gives his head a slight shake. "No, it is definitely you." He remarks, perhaps too late to make any sort of sense, still quite adamant that Ronin was absolutely the more attractive of the two of them.

"No." Remi says with a shake of his head. "It was meant to be drizzled." Drizzled over what, you might ask?

Exactly.

"Fire?" Remi frowns skeptically. "I think if we started in on any of that Raza would appear and toss us out like in the old days." He muses before draining his cup and pouring himself another. Before downing it as quickly as before, Remi reaches his hands above his head, stretching out his shoulders from side to side and moaning his growing levels of relaxation.

"A hammock...I...am not sure I could create one of those for us. Not one which would last, anyway. A bed though?" He tips his head to one side; they both knew he could absolutely do that.

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