the white knight
Nuzzling Remi back with a hum of agreement about how incredibly ridiculous he has sounded, Ronin relaxes back against his husband with only a wrinkle of his nose about the unbreakable bond that still remains between himself and the Lady of the Stars as a result of their daughter. It doesn't make for light conversation, and the Knight is visibly relieved to hear the subject change again, though his feelings go from murky and uncertain to spiky and suspicious as his husband continues.
Torn between thanks I hate it and go on, Ronin tilts his head back and furrows his brow up at the other man, entirely uncertain as to what he's planning. "What if, indeed?" he drawls, tension rippling across his shoulders as if expecting at any moment to be dunked beneath the surface of the water or otherwise yeeted somewhere.
Torn between thanks I hate it and go on, Ronin tilts his head back and furrows his brow up at the other man, entirely uncertain as to what he's planning. "What if, indeed?" he drawls, tension rippling across his shoulders as if expecting at any moment to be dunked beneath the surface of the water or otherwise yeeted somewhere.
i'm almost me again
she's almost you
she's almost you
RONIN
