RONIN
"I think he would enjoy ice fishing," Ronin says with a soft smile, letting Remi go with visible reluctance, but as the heat in his belly cools off, he's suddenly freezing cold and his clothes are wet with melted snow. So let him go he does, though he's not far behind. "And ice skating. Though I think Sugar and I could arrange that much between us." Shutting the door behind him and unlacing his boots, Ronin (of course) can't stop himself from helping Remi strip out of his clothes.
Once they're both naked but chilly, Ronin stokes their wood burner and takes a flask of mulled wine from where it's been keeping warm, sneaking across to their bed. The flask can warm their sheets until they're ready to drink it, and the Huntsman wastes little time in diving beneath the covers. "It's cold in here," he complains.
Once they're both naked but chilly, Ronin stokes their wood burner and takes a flask of mulled wine from where it's been keeping warm, sneaking across to their bed. The flask can warm their sheets until they're ready to drink it, and the Huntsman wastes little time in diving beneath the covers. "It's cold in here," he complains.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
