long shadows

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving "Oh, what a thing that would be," Ronin says, already sounding excited at the prospect of digging through the desert to come away with a comfy pillow. He's not even being sarcastic about it, though he'd happily admit that he gets an excellent night's sleep anyway when he's tangled up with Remi. "Or maybe it's a talisman that stops people from getting within five feet of you. That would only work if you could make exceptions, though. I couldn't cope standing so far away." His thumb brushes against the back of Remi's hand, the Huntsman meeting his kiss with a sudden flurry of butterflies in his stomach, as if this is their first one. "Mm?" Drawing back, an expression of exaggerated horror comes over his face, Ronin slipping an arm around Remi's waist to tug him closer. "No, that can't be right," he says, his tone grave. "Come now, kiss me again. I promise it will be the least crooked kiss you'll ever have."