[SE] a matter of strategy

and on to the glory at my right hand

Nuzzling closer to his husband and able to feel the heavy ooze of his sadness and disappointment, Ronin gives Remi's shoulders a gentle squeeze. "It isn't that I don't think it could be done," he says, only to trail off to hear the Lullaby's voice in his mind, bright and painful at the same time. You keep me safe just by being around me, he informs him, sneaking a quick kiss as if to reinforce the fact that Remi has managed to soothe his temper merely by virtue of being there.

"Either the beetle husk, or they ought to have some swordsmanship training first," he says as a compromise. "I know you don't use blades, but I know enough from my training days. It's just whether the twins would accept that from me." And he wouldn't blame them for not wanting to.

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Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)