RONIN
the white knight
"Please don't tempt fate by saying that," Ronin groans, his voice a little muffled where Remi is squashing his cheek with a kiss. "Though I'll take glitter as a curse by this point." And if the Bastion plays his cards right, the Knight will be wearing it and nothing else later on this evening. (Whatever Vesper makes of those thoughts, on his head be it for snooping). "Alright, alright." Shifting his groceries to his other arm so he might surrender one to his husband, Ronin follows suit and ducks into the tent alongside him with a flurry of glitter in the air.
Similarly blinking to let his eyes adjust, the bright-eyed daughter of Safrin certainly has the energy to play the part of seer, he thinks, and Ronin lets Remi take care of the introductions until he apparently runs out of words. "...here to have our fortunes told?" he supplies automatically, his mind having put two and two together and come up with your future is filled with not-being-home-yet.
Similarly blinking to let his eyes adjust, the bright-eyed daughter of Safrin certainly has the energy to play the part of seer, he thinks, and Ronin lets Remi take care of the introductions until he apparently runs out of words. "...here to have our fortunes told?" he supplies automatically, his mind having put two and two together and come up with your future is filled with not-being-home-yet.
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
