RONIN
the white knight
you and I burned out our steam
"Mm, you always know how to make me feel so good about myself," Ronin begins in a drawl. Granted, Northaven is such a long time ago now in his memory that it barely merits more than a shrug. The School for the Concussed and the revolving staircase, however, earn Remi a drop of the Knight's jaw, and he flicks some of the soil at him for good measure. "How about Ronin Taliesin's Insult Academy? We specialise in providing the best mockery for Remi Taliesin, you know."
Patting his own seed into the rich soil, Ronin of course hands his husband the water after pouring a generous amount on his own little project. "Of course we have. I can't remember any of them right now, of course, probably because they were so silly. Or maybe it's all those concussions." Smirking and sitting back to dust off his hands, the Knight is at least satisfied with this latest task.
Patting his own seed into the rich soil, Ronin of course hands his husband the water after pouring a generous amount on his own little project. "Of course we have. I can't remember any of them right now, of course, probably because they were so silly. Or maybe it's all those concussions." Smirking and sitting back to dust off his hands, the Knight is at least satisfied with this latest task.
chasing someone else's dream
