we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"If only," Ronin says with a soft bark of laughter, looking around at the interior as if trying to see the whole of it properly instead of the details he's been working on for the past day or so. "This is what happens when your father tries to give me flowers, apparently." Smirking and letting his gaze land properly on Flora as well, it's as though they both see each other, really see each other for a moment. The Knight freezes, his eyes flicking from Flora's face and hands - too many teeth, eyes in the wrong places, a haze of bile inducing horror - away and then back again, and he clears his throat when it seems to pass. "Are you alright?" he asks in a voice just beyond a whisper. "Is... I assume this is what you meant at the meeting, with your creative risk-taking?"
As for his aesthetic today, he makes lets himself relax enough to offer her a lopsided smile. "Thank you - I've been working on my wardrobe for it," he says, crossing the room to press a fatherly kiss to her cheek and moving to the newly built countertop so he can make them both a drink. "My lips are sealed - though I'd like it known that our house doesn't move all that often right now." Waggling a finger at her as he puts the kettle on the stove for tea and sets out two mugs, Ronin turns to face her.
Tilting his head at her request - already halfway to saying of course before realising the details - he can't help but furrow his brow as he properly listens to what she's saying. "Why will you need to move out?" he asks. "And I kind of assumed you already had your own boat. It's just captained by someone else." Someone whose name rhymes with the end of the word ballsack.
As for his aesthetic today, he makes lets himself relax enough to offer her a lopsided smile. "Thank you - I've been working on my wardrobe for it," he says, crossing the room to press a fatherly kiss to her cheek and moving to the newly built countertop so he can make them both a drink. "My lips are sealed - though I'd like it known that our house doesn't move all that often right now." Waggling a finger at her as he puts the kettle on the stove for tea and sets out two mugs, Ronin turns to face her.
Tilting his head at her request - already halfway to saying of course before realising the details - he can't help but furrow his brow as he properly listens to what she's saying. "Why will you need to move out?" he asks. "And I kind of assumed you already had your own boat. It's just captained by someone else." Someone whose name rhymes with the end of the word ballsack.
THE WHITE KNIGHT
and continue fighting
