you've long seen your downfall, spelled out in another's bones
Pressing soft, warm kisses to his husband's shoulder and into the crook of his neck, Ronin can't help but scoff, the flare of his emotions suddenly bright with amusement before settling once more into their complicated depths. "If I were able to get it out of my system by now, I daresay we wouldn't still be talking about it," he points out, punctuating the remark with another kiss to Remi's jaw.
Closing his eyes and feeling his jaw want to clench all over again, instead the Knight clasps his husband closer, as if to remind himself that for all the words spilling from the Bastion's lips, he still holds nothing but love for him. Nothing but love for Flora as well, and gods if that might be the thing that eventually twists his arm to go through with this.
"With respect," he says nonetheless, his tone dryer than Hak Etme, "given that I was arguably the injured party in all that happened, the only thing she should have been doing for me was what I asked." And he'd asked for distance, not to potentially run into two small children anywhere and everywhere in the Greatwood.
Still, huffing out a long sigh, he forces himself to let those threads go. They aren't for him to discuss with Remi, after all. "You're right," he says. "Until or unless I can sort this, there's no way Sunjata and I can be friends. So... I guess I better get out my hammer and nails and start trying to build a bridge, mm?"
Closing his eyes and feeling his jaw want to clench all over again, instead the Knight clasps his husband closer, as if to remind himself that for all the words spilling from the Bastion's lips, he still holds nothing but love for him. Nothing but love for Flora as well, and gods if that might be the thing that eventually twists his arm to go through with this.
"With respect," he says nonetheless, his tone dryer than Hak Etme, "given that I was arguably the injured party in all that happened, the only thing she should have been doing for me was what I asked." And he'd asked for distance, not to potentially run into two small children anywhere and everywhere in the Greatwood.
Still, huffing out a long sigh, he forces himself to let those threads go. They aren't for him to discuss with Remi, after all. "You're right," he says. "Until or unless I can sort this, there's no way Sunjata and I can be friends. So... I guess I better get out my hammer and nails and start trying to build a bridge, mm?"
RONIN
