this madness of now

Once they had safely stopped in the middle of the glade (for lack of better word), Ronin also exited the wagon, though not nearly as gracefully given he had never really been in one. The ones he had been in had been for military use and fairly straightforward. Folding his arms and looking absurdly proud of himself as Remi did all the work in hiding them further, Ronin gazed up at the canopy above them and nodded in confirmation. "I couldn't have done it better if you had done it, if I do say so myself," he said breezily, before glancing sidelong at his husband. "So shall we continue this charade, or shall we cut the bullshit and I'll just have you for breakfast instead?" RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.