RONIN
the white knight
"Things are sweeter when you wait for them, husband," Ronin croons as he sweeps into the Temple alongside Remi, his fingers laced with the Bastion's as if he is a kite that might fly away if someone isn't there to tether him to the ground. "For the record, though, you also look particularly kissable. Maybe it's all the love in the air." Grinning and bumping his shoulder back against Remi's, the Knight gestures for a couple of free seats so they might settle and await the bride's grand entrance.
Unlike his husband, Ronin's outfit has been planned meticulously, and yet the result is that the two men look nearly identical in their dark clothes and their scarlet boutonnières, especially as they sit down beside one another. Keeping his hand in Remi's and offering it a warm squeeze as Rexanna's name spills from his lips, he leans in to sneak a kiss to his cheek. "She would be," he agrees, his voice warm and affectionate, before he glances back towards the aisle. "And he looks about as nervous as I did waiting for you on our wedding day."
Unlike his husband, Ronin's outfit has been planned meticulously, and yet the result is that the two men look nearly identical in their dark clothes and their scarlet boutonnières, especially as they sit down beside one another. Keeping his hand in Remi's and offering it a warm squeeze as Rexanna's name spills from his lips, he leans in to sneak a kiss to his cheek. "She would be," he agrees, his voice warm and affectionate, before he glances back towards the aisle. "And he looks about as nervous as I did waiting for you on our wedding day."
