RONIN
the darkstar
"I am glad you gave a fair warning," Ronin grins back, pressing another kiss to Remi's curls and shifting as well; there's no better descriptor of their marriage than the two of them simultaneously having to make adjustments so as not to ruin their suits or their evening. Clearing his throat and stretching an arm back around his husband, Ronin gazes at the glowing Crimson Cataract for a couple of moments more, before he's letting them sail lazily back over the treetops.
"We can always come back in the morning," he decides. "We'll walk together through the woods, and hopefully the trees won't have thrashed away all my ribbons." He doesn't put it past them, though.
As the solid black of the trees becomes an inky, star spangled streamer in the night, Ronin directs them over the Stonesong to where their houseboat bobs lazily in the darkness. And when it lands, ever the gentleman, of course Ronin hops off the nimbus first so he can hold his hand out for the Lullaby. "Would you like me to carry you over the threshold?" he asks with a smirk.
"We can always come back in the morning," he decides. "We'll walk together through the woods, and hopefully the trees won't have thrashed away all my ribbons." He doesn't put it past them, though.
As the solid black of the trees becomes an inky, star spangled streamer in the night, Ronin directs them over the Stonesong to where their houseboat bobs lazily in the darkness. And when it lands, ever the gentleman, of course Ronin hops off the nimbus first so he can hold his hand out for the Lullaby. "Would you like me to carry you over the threshold?" he asks with a smirk.
