RONIN
the white knight
Aoife, for her part, at least seems a great deal stronger than either of her parents. But then is that so surprising, not just for a toddler who knows nothing of the hole her parting has carved out in their hearts, but for a child as vibrant and strong-willed as she had been. Indeed, positively cackling her delight at the appearance of the tentacle, she reaches out with a plush appendage from the toy to smooch it against Remi's. Clearly, he and Oppus are now friends. (Or lovers, who knows).
For his part, having been reacquainting himself with the familiar weight of his daughter in his arms, of the smell of her dark hair and the way she moulds herself just so against him, Ronin can only offer Remi a wobbly smile and reach out to snag his hand as he breezes past, offering it a squeeze that would have anyone else's knuckles grinding together. "I think that sounds great," he says, albeit a bit roughly, though juice is one of the words Aoife does know, and so she offers an echo of it in reply.
Wiggling to get down so she might introduce Oppus to the rest of the houseboat, Ronin plops the girl onto her feet and lets himself sag to the ground among the pillows, trying to piece himself back together as he watches her explore. Naturally her toddling footsteps take her to Remi's leg soon enough, where she holds her arms up expectantly and burbles something to the equivalent of wanting to be the one to pour the juice.
For his part, having been reacquainting himself with the familiar weight of his daughter in his arms, of the smell of her dark hair and the way she moulds herself just so against him, Ronin can only offer Remi a wobbly smile and reach out to snag his hand as he breezes past, offering it a squeeze that would have anyone else's knuckles grinding together. "I think that sounds great," he says, albeit a bit roughly, though juice is one of the words Aoife does know, and so she offers an echo of it in reply.
Wiggling to get down so she might introduce Oppus to the rest of the houseboat, Ronin plops the girl onto her feet and lets himself sag to the ground among the pillows, trying to piece himself back together as he watches her explore. Naturally her toddling footsteps take her to Remi's leg soon enough, where she holds her arms up expectantly and burbles something to the equivalent of wanting to be the one to pour the juice.
