star guardian

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving "You can take the soldier out of the army, and all that," Ronin said with a lopsided smile, stepping up to stand beside Remi as he fussed over Aoife; the baby soaked it all up eagerly, of course. As her nose was pressed against the alchemist's and there were suddenly whiskers tickling against her face, she let out a peal of laughter, her hands coming up to press against his cheeks. Ronin reached out, tucking a stray curl behind her ear and letting out a long, quiet sigh. "She's as much yours as she is mine," he said softly. "When I was gone you were all she had. I'll never forget that."