you are terrifying and strange and beautiful
"If everything since the war taught me anything, it's that it's never too late," Ronin says, gently but insistently, and he leans in to smooch a kiss against Remi's forehead, as if to add to whatever motivation he's trying to coax out of himself. Brushing his thumb across the other man's cheek, he offers his husband a lopsided smile. "Luckily for you, I'm pretty sure any advice you gave would be completely ignored by Mateo anyway. So maybe just catch up with him. Enjoy yourself, even."
It's a good idea, about the skyboat and Torchline, though Ronin has to do a double take to ensure Remi is the one to have suggested it. The nimbus gently touches down, the Huntsman sitting back so he can shift and sit down on the blanket. His duplicate has set everything out; fresh bread, cured meats and cheeses, fresh and honeyed fruit and nuts and anything else they were able to grab on the way out the door. Oh, and sparkling wine, obviously.
"That's a great idea," he confirms with a smile. "Shall we send him a letter when we get back? I bet he'll be thrilled about it."
It's a good idea, about the skyboat and Torchline, though Ronin has to do a double take to ensure Remi is the one to have suggested it. The nimbus gently touches down, the Huntsman sitting back so he can shift and sit down on the blanket. His duplicate has set everything out; fresh bread, cured meats and cheeses, fresh and honeyed fruit and nuts and anything else they were able to grab on the way out the door. Oh, and sparkling wine, obviously.
"That's a great idea," he confirms with a smile. "Shall we send him a letter when we get back? I bet he'll be thrilled about it."
The huntsman
