we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
Illuminated as if he's pretending to be one of the lanterns in the Festival of Lights, Ronin is clearly happy to pied piper the gourds into the best place possible for Remi to exact his... revenge? fun? entertainment?, tucking his hands into the pockets of his coat and falling to a halt when he reaches the clearing. It's only his partially shifted eyes and keen senses that allow him to notice the Bastion just before he starts his rampage, Ronin hiding a smile and taking a subtle step to the side as if to avoid being hit by any pumpkin guts.
Content to wait out the carnage and watch, as his husband in all his monstrous glory spots the gourds floating high above, the Knight almost senses what is about to happen before it does. "Oh no," he mumbles, but it's too late - a raccoon is already scurrying and clambering its way up one of the trunks of the trees - a trunk that grows ever skinnier as it climbs high into the Greatwood's canopy. "You be careful--" he cautions, already on the move to position himself beneath Remi should he need to catch him.
Which is precisely when he fucking jumps.
"This is your idea?" he calls, voice tight with incredulity.
Content to wait out the carnage and watch, as his husband in all his monstrous glory spots the gourds floating high above, the Knight almost senses what is about to happen before it does. "Oh no," he mumbles, but it's too late - a raccoon is already scurrying and clambering its way up one of the trunks of the trees - a trunk that grows ever skinnier as it climbs high into the Greatwood's canopy. "You be careful--" he cautions, already on the move to position himself beneath Remi should he need to catch him.
Which is precisely when he fucking jumps.
"This is your idea?" he calls, voice tight with incredulity.
THE WHITE KNIGHT
and continue fighting
