RONIN
the white knight
light is easy to love.
Remi's call through the Attuned bond is the equivalent of a bat-signal to Ronin, and luckily enough he's already about on his way down to the shore anyway. Two Knights emerge from the houseboat, of course, food in hand, and though the smile he levels at the captain is polite enough, it softens immediately as he glances towards Flora, a mixture of relief that she had come and apology for the way things had gone when they'd last spoken.
Setting the food down on the table - a selection of pinwheel sandwiches, a pot of alfredo pasta with chicken and spinach, and a large salad with lemon, mint and crab meat - it's an indicator of stress more than anything that Ronin doesn't instantly sit down to eat. Instead, sidling up beside Remi and slipping an arm around his waist as much for comfort as to keep him grounded, he leans in towards his husband. "Drinks?" he suggests gently, as if to give him an out.
Setting the food down on the table - a selection of pinwheel sandwiches, a pot of alfredo pasta with chicken and spinach, and a large salad with lemon, mint and crab meat - it's an indicator of stress more than anything that Ronin doesn't instantly sit down to eat. Instead, sidling up beside Remi and slipping an arm around his waist as much for comfort as to keep him grounded, he leans in towards his husband. "Drinks?" he suggests gently, as if to give him an out.
show me your darkness.
