we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"Noted," Ronin says with a smirk, raising his eyebrows at his husband's remarks. He'd have replied were it not for the lips suddenly pressed against his own, the Huntsman melting into the kiss and slipping his arms around Remi more tightly, only to find himself suddenly leading a dance. Grinning, keeping one arm around the other man's waist and taking Remi's hand with the other, he smooches the Lullaby's cheek.
"There's always time to do something new, even if we are a couple of demigods on the verge of a war," he says, smiling another kiss against his jawline before sweeping them away towards the bathroom. There absolutely isn't enough room for a waltz, let alone one of the Northaven dances, but Ronin does the best he can. They're both good dancers, so he imagines it won't go too badly.
"We can keep dancing even when we get to the shower," he offers, stepping back so he can twirl his husband as gracefully as the space allows.
"There's always time to do something new, even if we are a couple of demigods on the verge of a war," he says, smiling another kiss against his jawline before sweeping them away towards the bathroom. There absolutely isn't enough room for a waltz, let alone one of the Northaven dances, but Ronin does the best he can. They're both good dancers, so he imagines it won't go too badly.
"We can keep dancing even when we get to the shower," he offers, stepping back so he can twirl his husband as gracefully as the space allows.
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
