and on to the glory at my right hand
"Sorry, I can't. I'm washing my hair that day - the day you want to do the tournament. Whatever day it happens to be." Ronin grins to his husband, chuckling and letting his fingers walk gentle patterns across the other man's shoulders as they stroll back down towards the coastline.
As Remi begins the conversation with where to start? the Knight's eyes widen a fraction and he straps himself in to listen. Which is apparently much more difficult to do than not with so many questions buzzing on his tongue, most of them headed off before he can think about them too much, since the Bastion doesn't know either.
"Well, fuck," he blurts when the other man is done. "I... I mean, if I were living there I'd absolutely care if I were someone who visited the Dusklight," he says slowly. "But I... well, I assume that Maea has let the leader of the Grounds know, if she's let you know?" He tilts his head. "Do Ancients eat people, then? I assume the man is an Ancient, based on..." He waves a hand - 99% of the people in the Grounds are, after all.
Letting out a low whistle, he shrugs his shoulders. "I mean... There are thieves, murderers and all kinds of horrible people everywhere, unfortunately. I wouldn't be surprised if someone in Torchline has done something just as bad that we don't know about..." And so, on a similarly grey scale as his husband, despite the purity of his title, Ronin winces. "I feel as though I should get involved, but if I do, shouldn't I also go and investigate every similar sort of rumour that comes to us?" He'd never be at home, if that was the case.
As Remi begins the conversation with where to start? the Knight's eyes widen a fraction and he straps himself in to listen. Which is apparently much more difficult to do than not with so many questions buzzing on his tongue, most of them headed off before he can think about them too much, since the Bastion doesn't know either.
"Well, fuck," he blurts when the other man is done. "I... I mean, if I were living there I'd absolutely care if I were someone who visited the Dusklight," he says slowly. "But I... well, I assume that Maea has let the leader of the Grounds know, if she's let you know?" He tilts his head. "Do Ancients eat people, then? I assume the man is an Ancient, based on..." He waves a hand - 99% of the people in the Grounds are, after all.
Letting out a low whistle, he shrugs his shoulders. "I mean... There are thieves, murderers and all kinds of horrible people everywhere, unfortunately. I wouldn't be surprised if someone in Torchline has done something just as bad that we don't know about..." And so, on a similarly grey scale as his husband, despite the purity of his title, Ronin winces. "I feel as though I should get involved, but if I do, shouldn't I also go and investigate every similar sort of rumour that comes to us?" He'd never be at home, if that was the case.
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