RONIN
Up Remi goes, and whilst Ronin does pull a face to see him attack their new house like the kraken he is, there's a little bit of joy there too, that his husband is so carefree. And so Ronin trudges up and out of the water so he can climb aboard properly, finding his (thankfully human) counterpart waiting for him. "Sure," he murmurs, the words warped around his bright smile, and when he's prevented from going inside by (oh no) kisses, he doesn't complain in the slightest.
"You think so?" he whispers back, winding his arms around his husband and spending a moment just to enjoy his presence, their wet clothes and the smell of damp and rot and everything. Then his hand reaches out to push open the door. It's dark punctuated by shafts of light from shutters no longer attached to windows, and the floor is littered with old junk; broken barrels, rotting canvas, scraps of clothing and woodchips.
"She's beautiful, right?" he breathes.
"You think so?" he whispers back, winding his arms around his husband and spending a moment just to enjoy his presence, their wet clothes and the smell of damp and rot and everything. Then his hand reaches out to push open the door. It's dark punctuated by shafts of light from shutters no longer attached to windows, and the floor is littered with old junk; broken barrels, rotting canvas, scraps of clothing and woodchips.
"She's beautiful, right?" he breathes.
one more wish for you
