it's a long way home

"Well I mean, your taste is impeccable," Ronin complimented, smirking as his shirt began to transmute beneath his husband's oh so skilled hands. Glancing down at it when he was finished, the hunter raised his eyebrows, visibly impressed, but also feeling as though Remi's choice of attire for him was heavily based on the fact that he smelled like the Greatwood anyway. The dying Greatwood. "Your finest work in moss, I would say," he agreed, flashing his husband a filthy smile at the idea of being stiff. "I don't know, it has its perks," he countered, leaning back on one hand and watching the alchemist as if the rest of his clothes were either going to disappear or also become earthen creations. RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.