it's a long way home

"I'll remember that the next time you get a cold," Ronin said, though the warmth and the love in his voice betrayed the threat he wanted to make. He was forced to look away, a touch embarrassed by Remi's smile as if such a genuine response had been entirely unexpected. "Oho?" He chuckled, shooting a filthy look back at his husband as he tsked. "I suppose I shall have to have a few more lessons with you between my legs," he murmured, though whether he was discussing manticore riding or something else entirely was a mystery. (It really wasn't). Shivering at the pleasant touch of the feather, Ronin was nonetheless dismayed to see his hand attempting to tremble in Remi's grip, and he glanced frustratedly away from it. "I met a man in the Temple who seemed to be sick," he muttered, shrugging his shoulders. "Phoebe and Jigano didn't look the best when I saw them last, too, but... that doesn't mean it's the blight." He shrugged. RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.