there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
Remi has nothing to apologise for, and Ronin's wordless grumble and the soft squeeze of his fingers ought to say as much, the Knight's eyes flicking between the closed door and their daughter before his husband drags his attention back front and centre. (Or at his side, as it happens). "Gods, please don't remind me of that," he almost whines under his breath to hear the captain's age brought into it, Ronin snaking an arm around Remi and dragging him close as if that will stop him from getting back to his feet.
"I... fuck, I don't know," he mutters, glancing once more at Flora and nosing into Remi's curls as if that will hide the snarl that keeps threatening to curl his lip. "He's got to be using her," he says; no way in Caido would someone like Jack decide to be with Torchline's fucking Queen for purely emotional reasons. "Do... Should we speak to her about it? Speak to him?"
"I... fuck, I don't know," he mutters, glancing once more at Flora and nosing into Remi's curls as if that will hide the snarl that keeps threatening to curl his lip. "He's got to be using her," he says; no way in Caido would someone like Jack decide to be with Torchline's fucking Queen for purely emotional reasons. "Do... Should we speak to her about it? Speak to him?"
RONIN
