RONIN
the white knight
light is easy to love.
Bouncing his eyebrows threateningly before letting the expression relax into something warmer, Ronin inclines his head and accepts his victory with all the predictable grace of a baron. But then he really is having to play the part of a baron - if not a very roguish one with a terrible track record for being a Good Blueblood, and it's only difficult to keep up the facade because fuck, how had he possibly missed how adorably flustered Remi could be the first time.
"Oh, well that's fortuitous," he says, offering a bright and friendly smile and leaning his hands against the alchemist's little table. "I happen to know the Overseer - and I've got it on good authority that he is also in his cups tonight." Is it true? Does it matter? Ronin never used to think so. "Are you sure I can't tempt you for just one drink? It might help your thoughts come a little easier." He winks.
"Oh, well that's fortuitous," he says, offering a bright and friendly smile and leaning his hands against the alchemist's little table. "I happen to know the Overseer - and I've got it on good authority that he is also in his cups tonight." Is it true? Does it matter? Ronin never used to think so. "Are you sure I can't tempt you for just one drink? It might help your thoughts come a little easier." He winks.
show me your darkness.
