we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
Feeling his husband's presence even before the sliding door opens, Ronin is half turned towards Remi, dragonscale glittering down his throat and across his bare shoulders. Flora is all he needs to hear paired with the panic that thunders down the bond from his husband, and with a brief shrug of his shoulders - and no thought at all to what they might need to bring with them - the Knight's wings spread wide.
"You can tell me the details on the way," he says quickly, drawing close enough to Remi to lean in and press a brief kiss to his forehead that's as much to ground him as it is for the other man.
"Let's go." Already turning to hoist himself onto the railing of the Northaven, it's with a powerful jump into the air and a swift beat of his wings that Ronin gets himself aloft, spearing up and up until he finds a thermal to catch, then turning to propel himself inland to fly towards the woods in question.
"You can tell me the details on the way," he says quickly, drawing close enough to Remi to lean in and press a brief kiss to his forehead that's as much to ground him as it is for the other man.
"Let's go." Already turning to hoist himself onto the railing of the Northaven, it's with a powerful jump into the air and a swift beat of his wings that Ronin gets himself aloft, spearing up and up until he finds a thermal to catch, then turning to propel himself inland to fly towards the woods in question.
THE WHITE KNIGHT
and continue fighting
