RONIN
the white knight
"Oho, now this is why you're the brains of the operation," Ronin says, grinning a last kiss against Remi's cheek before he draws away enough to accept the bottle and bring it to his lips. Humming a note of indulgent approval as he offers it out to his husband, the sigh the Knight lets out has him sagging even further against the other man. "I didn't realise how much rum and whiskey I'd been drinking again because we were in Torchline," he admits with a soft laugh. "I've missed your waterfall gin."
More than content to get as close as possible to the Bastion and then closer still, given their track record in Frey's Breath, Ronin inhales a sharp gasp of faux outrage to hear the blasphemy spill from the other man's lips. "You can't say that - one will definitely appear just because you don't want it to, and then where will we be?" he hisses, glancing around suspiciously.
It's the sort of suspicion that melts away easily as fingers slip through his damp hair, Ronin tipping his head back into the touch and letting his eyes slip back shut of their own accord. "I love you too," he whispers. "One day up here almost doesn't seem like enough. We ought to commission someone to build like... a vacation spot up here. We can stay for a week." Or a season.
More than content to get as close as possible to the Bastion and then closer still, given their track record in Frey's Breath, Ronin inhales a sharp gasp of faux outrage to hear the blasphemy spill from the other man's lips. "You can't say that - one will definitely appear just because you don't want it to, and then where will we be?" he hisses, glancing around suspiciously.
It's the sort of suspicion that melts away easily as fingers slip through his damp hair, Ronin tipping his head back into the touch and letting his eyes slip back shut of their own accord. "I love you too," he whispers. "One day up here almost doesn't seem like enough. We ought to commission someone to build like... a vacation spot up here. We can stay for a week." Or a season.
