RONIN
"Why can't this appear every Deepfrost?" Ronin wants to know as they stroll along the Boondocks among the lanterns, the jaunty music ringing in his ears. His fingers are laced with Remi's and there's a scarf wrapped around his face, his steps leaving prints in the snow that's still falling overhead.
Mateo has already darted off before them, returning every now and them to throw a snowball or to show them something that he's found, and Ronin's cheeks are rosy with both the cold and his smile. "Maybe we can beg them to come back next year," he suggests of the marketplace, giving Remi's hand a squeeze and nodding at the carousel, the cocoa, the sleds being drawn by luxere. "Anything take your fancy?"
Mateo has already darted off before them, returning every now and them to throw a snowball or to show them something that he's found, and Ronin's cheeks are rosy with both the cold and his smile. "Maybe we can beg them to come back next year," he suggests of the marketplace, giving Remi's hand a squeeze and nodding at the carousel, the cocoa, the sleds being drawn by luxere. "Anything take your fancy?"
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
