we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"Are they? I couldn't tell, in the dark," Ronin says softly, though there's no part of him that doesn't believe Remi in this. "Well... he and his blue eyes are safely sequestered away in Stormbreak for now, at least. And me and mine are right here with you." Turning his head, he playfully nibbles at the shell of Remi's ear as if to try and shake some joviality back into their conversation.
His eyes open in time for Remi to slip his arms around his neck, and the Huntsman lets his hands ghost down the length of the other man's back, drifting beneath the water with ease. "Hm...? No, strangely. Not even for a second - it's going to sound really weird, but it... It didn't feel like it was for me," he says with a soft chuckle.
As for the woods and prey, he smirks against Remi's lips. "I could always be your perfect prey," he offers. "But maybe tomorrow? For now I'm happy to carry you home and tuck you into bed."
His eyes open in time for Remi to slip his arms around his neck, and the Huntsman lets his hands ghost down the length of the other man's back, drifting beneath the water with ease. "Hm...? No, strangely. Not even for a second - it's going to sound really weird, but it... It didn't feel like it was for me," he says with a soft chuckle.
As for the woods and prey, he smirks against Remi's lips. "I could always be your perfect prey," he offers. "But maybe tomorrow? For now I'm happy to carry you home and tuck you into bed."
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
