RONIN
the white knight
light is easy to love.
"It is," Ronin agrees with Flora, allowing a lopsided smile to flicker across his face. "I don't know where yours is," he adds - because lol dad jokes - before gesturing to the table. "Help yourselves." Reaching out to snag Mateo's empty glass (yes, son, he has seen your oh-so-subtle outrage), the Knight soon finds himself glued back at Remi's side just in time to hear the latest exchange of barbs between Bastion and captain.
And where Remi's emotions are warbling and unhappy, Ronin's promptly grow thorns and fire, and though the hand that squeezes against his husband's hip is no less gentle than before, dragonscale is already beginning to trickle down the back of his neck and his spine. "Given that there's only a couple of seasons between us, I'm not sure you're the best person to be talking about age," he quips at Jack, before turning to nose against the Bastion's curls.
"Don't suppose you want a hand with those drinks?" he mutters.
And where Remi's emotions are warbling and unhappy, Ronin's promptly grow thorns and fire, and though the hand that squeezes against his husband's hip is no less gentle than before, dragonscale is already beginning to trickle down the back of his neck and his spine. "Given that there's only a couple of seasons between us, I'm not sure you're the best person to be talking about age," he quips at Jack, before turning to nose against the Bastion's curls.
"Don't suppose you want a hand with those drinks?" he mutters.
show me your darkness.
