RONIN
the white knight
light is easy to love.
Smiling against lips that refuse to be anything but chaste, Ronin feels warmth kindle in every place they touch, the Knight letting gentle fingers stroke across Remi's lower back until they part from one another enough to speak. "Oh?" He grins, brushing his lips across the other man's stubbled cheek and shifting his hand to catch hold of Remi's, bringing it towards his waiting mouth for another kiss. "I think I understand what you mean. The places we could have bumped into each other as the men we were back then."
Not that they are any less absurd as the men they are now, but two demigods joined by love and destiny (corny as it sounds) is still much different to a captain of training and a man who could make explosives.
"Go on then," he invites, squeezing the Bastion's fingers and gesturing to the table where he's set down the bread and wine. "If we had a do over - what could this moment have been?"
Not that they are any less absurd as the men they are now, but two demigods joined by love and destiny (corny as it sounds) is still much different to a captain of training and a man who could make explosives.
"Go on then," he invites, squeezing the Bastion's fingers and gesturing to the table where he's set down the bread and wine. "If we had a do over - what could this moment have been?"
show me your darkness.
