and on to the glory at my right hand
"You'd better." Grinning, Ronin is just about able to dance out of the way of the other man's attempt to skewer his hip, his sword slicing through to clack against it briefly. Neither man is out of breath but the Knight, for one, will have some bruises to show for this encounter, and he fully does expect his husband to play nurse when they get home.
Ready to swing again when Remi holds up his hands, it's with an indulgent smile that Ronin gives a little mock bow before moving to put the practice swords away. "It's true - you were always better with projectiles, if I remember rightly." That or being a hawk, or lion, or manticore, or kraken. Nothing that requried poking a blade at people, anyway."
But that brings them to the Bastion's real point, Ronin straightening up and tilting his head, meandering back to stand with his husband and leaning in to kiss his curls. "I can't answer that for you," he says; something of which Remi is likely already aware. "As of right now, it's yours. I've no doubt you could learn to wield it, if that's what you want. But is that what you want? Who would you give it to, otherwise?"
Ready to swing again when Remi holds up his hands, it's with an indulgent smile that Ronin gives a little mock bow before moving to put the practice swords away. "It's true - you were always better with projectiles, if I remember rightly." That or being a hawk, or lion, or manticore, or kraken. Nothing that requried poking a blade at people, anyway."
But that brings them to the Bastion's real point, Ronin straightening up and tilting his head, meandering back to stand with his husband and leaning in to kiss his curls. "I can't answer that for you," he says; something of which Remi is likely already aware. "As of right now, it's yours. I've no doubt you could learn to wield it, if that's what you want. But is that what you want? Who would you give it to, otherwise?"
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