RONIN
the white knight
Scoffing as Remi asks the obvious - Aoife has never looked more ready for anything in her life, which is par for the course for the toddler - Ronin heads out onto the deck as well to allow the Bastion to place her onto the netting. With a peal of laughter as he lets her go, Aoife rolls towards the centre of the net before resuming her grabby handed reach towards the clear blue waters.
Trying to bite the inside of his cheek to contain his smile, Ronin is of course thoroughly unsuccessful, and it's only with a small pang of upset that he gazes out at Torchline's ocean. Because it's impossible not to remember the small pyre they'd made for her on the beach the day she'd died, and the way these same waves had carried the ashes off when the tide came in.
Remi's voice has him gruffly clearing his throat and turning back to the moment at hand, of course, and Aoife peers up at them with round, star bright eyes as if to ask which daddy, precisely, was capable of becoming a big fish. Like oppus? She asks, waggling the plushie at them.
Trying to bite the inside of his cheek to contain his smile, Ronin is of course thoroughly unsuccessful, and it's only with a small pang of upset that he gazes out at Torchline's ocean. Because it's impossible not to remember the small pyre they'd made for her on the beach the day she'd died, and the way these same waves had carried the ashes off when the tide came in.
Remi's voice has him gruffly clearing his throat and turning back to the moment at hand, of course, and Aoife peers up at them with round, star bright eyes as if to ask which daddy, precisely, was capable of becoming a big fish. Like oppus? She asks, waggling the plushie at them.
