the white knight
"Or what, the mist will notice?" Ronin wants to know, unable to help his sass and his crooked smile before he composes himself so he might fully embrace this lesson the Bastion is about to teach him. In stealth. A lesson in stealth. Yep.
Schooling his expression into something neutral and letting his head tip back against Remi's shoulder and into the crook of his neck, he's all but held in place by the arm across his chest and the skilled fingers doing their work beneath the water. It's only the brief, fluttery inhale to suggest he's anything other than zen, though as the Bastion will be able to feel for himself, the opposite is quite true.
"If I had to give it a number, I'd probably put it at about a two or a three," he whispers, smiling the response against his throat.
Schooling his expression into something neutral and letting his head tip back against Remi's shoulder and into the crook of his neck, he's all but held in place by the arm across his chest and the skilled fingers doing their work beneath the water. It's only the brief, fluttery inhale to suggest he's anything other than zen, though as the Bastion will be able to feel for himself, the opposite is quite true.
"If I had to give it a number, I'd probably put it at about a two or a three," he whispers, smiling the response against his throat.
i'm almost me again
she's almost you
she's almost you
RONIN
