we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
As Remi stoops to retrieve his shirt, Ronin steps back enough to flex and flare out his wings, letting them catch in the sunshine in preparation for the trip back to the mainland."Oh?" he asks, shielding his eyes and peering across the water to where he thinks the shortest distance might be for them to get brunch in Kaiholo. Remi's suggestion, of course, is as filthy as it is unexpected, and it has the Knight scoffing and turning sharply back towards his husband.
"One for her to do with Ever?" he hazards with a raise of his eyebrows. "Because if not, I think I'll be needing to remind you of that pregnancy strength again sooner rather than later. And reminding you that Isla knows the anatomy of the body quite well." Well enough, certainly, to recognise Remi's ass print on a canvas.
Chuckling to himself and backing up a few more paces so they don't collide in the air, he smirks at the Bastion. "I'm not saying we can't make a painting like that again for ourselves, by the way." He winks. Then he's gone, shooting into the sky with all the agility of a man with 101 DEX without a care in the world, waiting there for his husband to catch up.
~FIN
"One for her to do with Ever?" he hazards with a raise of his eyebrows. "Because if not, I think I'll be needing to remind you of that pregnancy strength again sooner rather than later. And reminding you that Isla knows the anatomy of the body quite well." Well enough, certainly, to recognise Remi's ass print on a canvas.
Chuckling to himself and backing up a few more paces so they don't collide in the air, he smirks at the Bastion. "I'm not saying we can't make a painting like that again for ourselves, by the way." He winks. Then he's gone, shooting into the sky with all the agility of a man with 101 DEX without a care in the world, waiting there for his husband to catch up.
~FIN
THE WHITE KNIGHT
and continue fighting
