I swear I still believe but I don't know
Their movements are so in sync as to be practically orchestrated by now, Ronin leaning in even as Remi surges up, catching the kiss he aims against his lips. It might only be a brief and trembling thing between them, but it breathes just as much life into the Knight as every drop of healing water so far. "Whatever it takes," he agrees in a feverish whisper, letting the fingers of his free hand continue to gently work through the feathers ruffling up Remi's curls.
As for whether he's alright, he glances at the mostly closed wound at his middle and the still bleeding lacerations carving the space between his neck and shoulder and, wouldn't you know it, he has the audacity to shrug. "I've been worse," he admits in a hoarse voice, his lopsided smile weak and still apologetic. "Might need a trip out to the fountain if there isn't any more water. Just enough to keep these shut - I don't want to bleed all over our sheets." As if that's the height of their problems.
As for whether he's alright, he glances at the mostly closed wound at his middle and the still bleeding lacerations carving the space between his neck and shoulder and, wouldn't you know it, he has the audacity to shrug. "I've been worse," he admits in a hoarse voice, his lopsided smile weak and still apologetic. "Might need a trip out to the fountain if there isn't any more water. Just enough to keep these shut - I don't want to bleed all over our sheets." As if that's the height of their problems.
the white knight
