we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
Then let's be done. Ronin doesn't need to be told twice, especially given the time of year and the emotions flooding from his husband to him through their touch. Some of them look different this year, apparently. They're possessed or something - either way, I'm sure on tonight of all nights, we'll find something for you to sink your teeth and claws into. Letting his fingers slip out of Remi's so he might be able to wrap an arm around him instead, it's with a brief but warm kiss to the other man's temple that the Knight aids in their swift, understated exit from the festival.
It only takes them a few dozen paces into the undergrowth before the sounds of the forest envelop them; without any winking lantern lights, the darkness is like a solid presence, and Ronin has to partially shift his eyes to be able to see better. "I'll walk with you," he invites. "But you do whatever you need to."
It only takes them a few dozen paces into the undergrowth before the sounds of the forest envelop them; without any winking lantern lights, the darkness is like a solid presence, and Ronin has to partially shift his eyes to be able to see better. "I'll walk with you," he invites. "But you do whatever you need to."
THE WHITE KNIGHT
and continue fighting
