wonder what's next

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving "Not even once? Well, that won't do at all. I give it all up, and we can go and live together as hermits in the Wilds," Ronin decides, as if it really is going to be as easy all that, and he smiles at the warmth that radiates out from the other man against his arm and into the couch. Playing politics, regrettably, is something that Ronin is used to, but he'd much prefer to use his time with Remi on better things, not that it helps. "Is that so? Go on then, Guardian. What have you got to offer us?" he wants to know, wriggling enough that he can steal a kiss from Remi's cheek. "We've got a lot of stone and rubble to trade," he says. "We just came into it, you see. I've heard it makes good building material."