I swear I still believe but I don't know
Sensing what his husband is trying to do, Ronin shifts to the left with Remi to simultaneously reduce the pressure on his right side and to let the other man know where his injury is. Not that it matters a stitch to the Knight as long as he doesn't have to move out of his arms any time soon. "Mm, well if you ever flirt with me by punching me so hard I forget how to move my body, I'll know that Pierce liked me after all," he mutters, letting himself lean a little more heavily against Remi now that the initial shock of everything has begun to settle.
"Doesn't Melita's magic risk turning her into a frog or making her fall asleep?" Ronin wonders; he can't remember if the Honeybee had told him explicitly, if he'd seen it in action or whether it's just rumour and conjecture from Torchline. Either way, those two things don't seem particularly conducive to blowing up Starfall forever.
Grumbling as he glances up at the (perfect and tranquil, might he add) meadow that sprawls beyond the Tramezzino, it's with a sad frown that he admits defeat to himself; part of him thought if he just stuck around here, Pierce would come back and he might be able to fight again for the sword. "We should go, shouldn't we?"
"Doesn't Melita's magic risk turning her into a frog or making her fall asleep?" Ronin wonders; he can't remember if the Honeybee had told him explicitly, if he'd seen it in action or whether it's just rumour and conjecture from Torchline. Either way, those two things don't seem particularly conducive to blowing up Starfall forever.
Grumbling as he glances up at the (perfect and tranquil, might he add) meadow that sprawls beyond the Tramezzino, it's with a sad frown that he admits defeat to himself; part of him thought if he just stuck around here, Pierce would come back and he might be able to fight again for the sword. "We should go, shouldn't we?"
the white knight
