RONIN
the white knight
light is easy to love.
"Give me enough wine and I'll reprise it for you right now," Ronin says with a playful flash of teeth, "though I've a feeling the memory table you've conjured for us might not hold my weight." And that would, indeed, bring their night literally crashing to an end. Glancing back up at the other man as thoughts of go go dancing are replaced by pale feathers and the trill of a hawk, the Knight's eyes glitter with a mixture of knowing and disbelief. Because he can absolutely see it, he realises; remnants of that man had stepped from Northaven into Caido for at least a short time.
As for the changes, Ronin knocks back his own cup and raises the empty in a cheers to his husband. "It's your night," he reminds him, "and the room can be whatever you want it to be." With all that being said, the rush of ocean waves and the shafts of golden light bring an unbidden smile to his lips, and the Knight is already rising to his feet and holding a hand out for the other man. "May I interest you in the sorts of things you would never have dreamed of doing in this room before?"
As for the changes, Ronin knocks back his own cup and raises the empty in a cheers to his husband. "It's your night," he reminds him, "and the room can be whatever you want it to be." With all that being said, the rush of ocean waves and the shafts of golden light bring an unbidden smile to his lips, and the Knight is already rising to his feet and holding a hand out for the other man. "May I interest you in the sorts of things you would never have dreamed of doing in this room before?"
show me your darkness.
