I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
"Oh, don't get me wrong, the prancing is a huge part of it," Ronin says, flashing a mischievous glance at his counterpart. "As is the hibernation and the food, but I don't need an excuse to sleep in late and have breakfast in bed." Tugging Remi closer by their clasped hands, he smooshes his cheek against his husband's, since a kiss will likely only end up being delivered to the soft material of his scarf.
"I just have a lot of very good memories from Deepfrost," he admits. Digging a hotspring next to the Stonesong; pulling Remi through the Wildwood on a sled with sleighbells draped around his antlers; hot cocoas spiked with whiskey and snowball fights with their son.
Squeezing Remi's fingers in return, Ronin's eyes turn up towards the stars and he relaxes into their stroll, until of course he's being accused of nefarious and chilly wrongdoings. Gasping (G A S P), the Huntsman's free hand flutters to his chest, blue eyes glinting in the moonlight. "You've got me all figured out," he hisses. "What ever will I do with you now?"
Maybe it has something to do with a few winking lights up ahead in Mourn. Gosh, who could possibly know?
"I just have a lot of very good memories from Deepfrost," he admits. Digging a hotspring next to the Stonesong; pulling Remi through the Wildwood on a sled with sleighbells draped around his antlers; hot cocoas spiked with whiskey and snowball fights with their son.
Squeezing Remi's fingers in return, Ronin's eyes turn up towards the stars and he relaxes into their stroll, until of course he's being accused of nefarious and chilly wrongdoings. Gasping (G A S P), the Huntsman's free hand flutters to his chest, blue eyes glinting in the moonlight. "You've got me all figured out," he hisses. "What ever will I do with you now?"
Maybe it has something to do with a few winking lights up ahead in Mourn. Gosh, who could possibly know?
RONIN
