long shadows

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving "You don't have to make it sound so foreboding," Ronin says through a chuckle, setting the bowl down in his lap so Sugar can have her fill of what's left of the broth. More used to his husbands prickliness now than his sweetness, to hear that he might give the Order some consideration in whatever they find out there in the desert is enough to almost have him dropping the bowl he's holding. "My husband has become a sage," he tells Sugar with a smirk, the dragonling gurgling her version of a fuck off I'm busy. "We'll have to see what it is first." This is directed to Remi, of course. "It might be a useful, non-killing non-weapon. You don't know." It's really fucking unlikely, but he can dream. By the time Remi gets over his unexpected compliment Ronin is already blushing, and if he was asked he'd not be able to say quite where the words came from. And to have it returned? That crooked smile flashes across his face, Ronin setting down the bowl now so he can rise to his feet and hold out his hand for the Lullaby. "It was always crooked," he says. "You just never noticed before. But if you are right, I wonder if it has affected my kisses?"