the white knight
"On that, at least, we are both very much in agreement. Besides, throwing the dart can make it just as fun for us as well," Ronin considers with an easy shrug of his shoulders, only for tentacles to suddenly start appearing in places the Knight very much thinks they shouldn't be. "Wh--" He's cut off by Remi's gentle encouragement, and though he does shoot a (very much earned, in his opinion) suspicious look towards his husband, of course he acquiesces.
Sitting in the seat of a little kraken's cradle, the Knight relaxes back into the other man's chest and smiles - only for the expression to promptly, drop away, because Remi is absolutely right. "Shit, do you think he's another demigod? Is he Seren's brother or something?" It isn't as bad as it once was, given that Safrin no longer pulls Ronin's strings, but he still doesn't quite know how to feel about that. "Should we send... I don't know. A letter? A gift basket?" Whether to celebrate or grieve is Deimos's choice.
Sitting in the seat of a little kraken's cradle, the Knight relaxes back into the other man's chest and smiles - only for the expression to promptly, drop away, because Remi is absolutely right. "Shit, do you think he's another demigod? Is he Seren's brother or something?" It isn't as bad as it once was, given that Safrin no longer pulls Ronin's strings, but he still doesn't quite know how to feel about that. "Should we send... I don't know. A letter? A gift basket?" Whether to celebrate or grieve is Deimos's choice.
i'm almost me again
she's almost you
she's almost you
RONIN
