RONIN
the white knight
light is easy to love.
Leaving Remi to deliver their son's cocktail, Ronin comes armed with liquor and glasses, offering a lazy smile towards both Flora and Jack as he sets them down on the table. "Far be it for me to pour a drink for someone who owns a bar," he says to the Doubletake, trusting her to know exactly how she likes her gin. He does nod at Sugar and Spice as they circle overhead, though. "Ice, if you want it," he clarifies, before withdrawing to go and sit with his husband.
"I daresay things don't have to be tense for us to ruin them," he scoffs to the Bastion, slouching into his seat and pouring himself another hefty drink as well, clearly not wanting the buzz to burn off too soon. "Still, I do admit we could have been better behaved - not just now, but back at The Hanged Man, too." He lifts his glass in a small cheers. "At least we could have one dinner before we run the risk of war breaking out again though, right?"
"I daresay things don't have to be tense for us to ruin them," he scoffs to the Bastion, slouching into his seat and pouring himself another hefty drink as well, clearly not wanting the buzz to burn off too soon. "Still, I do admit we could have been better behaved - not just now, but back at The Hanged Man, too." He lifts his glass in a small cheers. "At least we could have one dinner before we run the risk of war breaking out again though, right?"
show me your darkness.
