RONIN
the white knight
you and I burned out our steam
Smiling in return and letting his fingers reach up to whisper across Remi's cheek before they sneak into his curls, Ronin shrugs his shoulders. "Perhaps in our old age you've become sagely and wise," he suggests. "I might have to be the one to get used to telling you that you're right, mm?" He winks, and though there's plenty of jest and teasing in his tone, Remi does make plenty of good points. More than he thinks the Bastion gives himself credit.
As the other man settles against him like they are two puzzle pieces effortlessly fitting together, the Knight draws him closer if possible, head tilting to rest against his crown of curls, gaze watching the lazy movements of the ships moving in and out of Kaiholo through the window. "It's my great pleasure to tell you that, other than waiting for my bread to rise, we don't have any plans for today," he rumbles, grinning and glancing towards the oven. "Oh, and taking that loaf out when it's ready, I suppose."
As the other man settles against him like they are two puzzle pieces effortlessly fitting together, the Knight draws him closer if possible, head tilting to rest against his crown of curls, gaze watching the lazy movements of the ships moving in and out of Kaiholo through the window. "It's my great pleasure to tell you that, other than waiting for my bread to rise, we don't have any plans for today," he rumbles, grinning and glancing towards the oven. "Oh, and taking that loaf out when it's ready, I suppose."
chasing someone else's dream
