RONIN
the white knight
light is easy to love.
For Ronin, at least, Flora doesn't need to posture all that much - he full well believes it, that she's one of the best queens that Torchline has ever had, if not the best. Still, that doesn't mean he has to be particularly glad of the fact that she'd brushed elbows with the Reaper, that she'd tackled the Oerwoud alone (whether or not she'd needed their assistance, necessarily), that she's giving that sort of smile to one of Torchline's most black-hearted men.
Still, biting hard at the inside of his cheek and sending a similar fuscia flush back down the bond to Remi, the Knight can at least manage a scoff at Mateo's contribution to the proceedings, and as the Bastion's grip on his hand relaxes ever so slightly, Ronin allows some of the tension to begin to unspool from his shoulders. "If you want to talk about something else, where are your wedding bells these days?" he asks the botanist with a raise of his eyebrows.
Still, biting hard at the inside of his cheek and sending a similar fuscia flush back down the bond to Remi, the Knight can at least manage a scoff at Mateo's contribution to the proceedings, and as the Bastion's grip on his hand relaxes ever so slightly, Ronin allows some of the tension to begin to unspool from his shoulders. "If you want to talk about something else, where are your wedding bells these days?" he asks the botanist with a raise of his eyebrows.
show me your darkness.
