RONIN
the white knight
light is easy to love.
Laughing musically at Remi's gestures, Ronin is already shaking his head with his argument locked and loaded on his tongue. "Because you never accepted, you would never have known that I used to frequent all sorts of bars, the sorts bluebloods and commoners would find themselves in. I've danced on many a table, and started a brawl or two in my time, thank you. And that was in Northaven." Shrugging comically (he can't Italian so it'll have to do), the Knight picks up his almost empty cup in victory.
With his smile softening with the other man's words, he can't help but nod his agreement. "I think I might have," he agrees. "I suppose at that point we'd just have to be jailbirds together, huh?" Tipping a wink to his husband, Ronin will absolutely drink to that, and he reaches out to clink his glass against Remi's for good measure.
With his smile softening with the other man's words, he can't help but nod his agreement. "I think I might have," he agrees. "I suppose at that point we'd just have to be jailbirds together, huh?" Tipping a wink to his husband, Ronin will absolutely drink to that, and he reaches out to clink his glass against Remi's for good measure.
show me your darkness.
