I swear I still believe but I don't know
"Clearly they didn't think I was much of a threat without the sword," Ronin mutters; not that he even blames them, given how all of his most potent abilities mean next to nothing to The Family. Breaking his staring contest with the middle distance at the feel of his husband's forehead pressed against his knees, the Knight finally lets one of his hands move so he might smooth his fingers through the other man's curls.
"Fuck." He sighs, the realisation just as stinging as the black feeling leeching through his every pore. "Of course you do. Sorry." Remi had been the first of them to taste The Family's power, after all. (Though he'd not been foolish enough to put a powerful relic into their hands, unlike Ronin, his conscience reminds him).
His fingers thread through the back of Remi's hair and down towards the nape of his neck, Ronin finally letting his eyes fall shut. "Not fast enough," he says quietly, his shrug a barely there thing. "We need to get it back."
"Fuck." He sighs, the realisation just as stinging as the black feeling leeching through his every pore. "Of course you do. Sorry." Remi had been the first of them to taste The Family's power, after all. (Though he'd not been foolish enough to put a powerful relic into their hands, unlike Ronin, his conscience reminds him).
His fingers thread through the back of Remi's hair and down towards the nape of his neck, Ronin finally letting his eyes fall shut. "Not fast enough," he says quietly, his shrug a barely there thing. "We need to get it back."
the white knight
