RONIN
"No one will think twice about us circling the boats now either," Ronin says with a purposely smug little smile, and he cuddles Remi closer against his side as he finally joins him on the nimbus. Letting his fingers strum gentle patterns across the Lullaby's hip, he directs the cloud beneath the boat so that his husband can have his fill of the mechanisms or magic that helps to keep them airborne.
Ronin, of course, has absolutely no interest in this sort of thing. He's spending his time watching Remi - the cogs turning behind his eyes, the feather twirling between his fingers, and all the other signs that are a hint towards the curiosity the Lullaby feels. And it's likely that he's about as interested in his husband as the other man is in the skyboats. "What do you think?"
Ronin, of course, has absolutely no interest in this sort of thing. He's spending his time watching Remi - the cogs turning behind his eyes, the feather twirling between his fingers, and all the other signs that are a hint towards the curiosity the Lullaby feels. And it's likely that he's about as interested in his husband as the other man is in the skyboats. "What do you think?"
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