the things we hold are always the first to go
"Death," Ronin agrees sweetly, because as different as they are in many respects, there's no part of him that loves his husband any less or wants to change him. And so, kissing the corner of Remi's mouth and slouching out from under his arm so he can lean against the counter and they can talk properly, he hides a wide yawn behind his hand.
"Mm, even if that were the case, it's not really my place to tell Safrin what she can and can't do. And I think you'll find that Ludo is more likely to go fucking with other gods than anyone else." Reaching out to snag Remi's good hand, the Huntsman affectionately lets his fingertips trace the lines on the other man's palm, like he could read them. (He can't).
Nodding cheerfully and drawing Remi's fingers up to his lips, Ronin leaves a few kisses there as if in apology. "Well, destroying the shrine would be a good way to stop the deity expanding their reach," he points out, shooting him a warm smile. "Regardless of anything else, if you don't want me to do it, then I won't. You know that, right?"
"Mm, even if that were the case, it's not really my place to tell Safrin what she can and can't do. And I think you'll find that Ludo is more likely to go fucking with other gods than anyone else." Reaching out to snag Remi's good hand, the Huntsman affectionately lets his fingertips trace the lines on the other man's palm, like he could read them. (He can't).
Nodding cheerfully and drawing Remi's fingers up to his lips, Ronin leaves a few kisses there as if in apology. "Well, destroying the shrine would be a good way to stop the deity expanding their reach," he points out, shooting him a warm smile. "Regardless of anything else, if you don't want me to do it, then I won't. You know that, right?"
