RONIN
"How unfortunate for me," Ronin murmurs, giving Remi's ass another squeeze before letting him go. "Two and a half?" he suggests of the next step in their little game, the Huntsman slipping an arm around his husband and drawing him close. "Are they? Well isn't that fortuitous. I'll be your Greatwood Dragon, Remi. On one condition." And here he stops all of a sudden, turning them to face the Stonesong.
To face the very battered, sad, derelict looking houseboat tethered to the opposite side of the bank of the Stonesong. "I would like to live there, please. That exact one. We will fix it up, and sail it somewhere further downriver where the water is a bit calmer." Raising his eyebrows at Remi, it's clear that he does not expect to be told no.
To face the very battered, sad, derelict looking houseboat tethered to the opposite side of the bank of the Stonesong. "I would like to live there, please. That exact one. We will fix it up, and sail it somewhere further downriver where the water is a bit calmer." Raising his eyebrows at Remi, it's clear that he does not expect to be told no.
one more wish for you
