I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
"I wouldn't dream of it," Ronin whispers sweetly against his husband's lips, pressing a parting kiss there for good measure before releasing the Bastion to go and play his part in their game of chase with the void messengers. And as Remi heads over the railings, Ronin instead climbs up to the Northaven's lookout perch, watching through keen and draconic eyes as the other man launches forward and shifts seamlessly into the pale hawk he knows so well.
Finding both his husband's transformation and his feathered form beautiful in a way he'll never be able to accurately described, even after inking it on his skin, Ronin conjures a few firebolts around him and waits for the carrion to plunge in pursuit of the Bastion. Which they do - a good start - and the Knight rises to his feet and starts to track their movements.
He doesn't unleash them all at once - Remi had asked not to be hit, after all - and so the first bolt is aimed at one of the ravens towards the back of the murder, where his husband safely isn't.
Finding both his husband's transformation and his feathered form beautiful in a way he'll never be able to accurately described, even after inking it on his skin, Ronin conjures a few firebolts around him and waits for the carrion to plunge in pursuit of the Bastion. Which they do - a good start - and the Knight rises to his feet and starts to track their movements.
He doesn't unleash them all at once - Remi had asked not to be hit, after all - and so the first bolt is aimed at one of the ravens towards the back of the murder, where his husband safely isn't.
RONIN
