even my darkness shines for you
"I remember the last time The Hanged Man had a party this big," Ronin says, far too casually, as he steps into the tavern and holds the door open for his husband to follow, ready to slip an arm back around him. From his touch Remi will glean the exact details of said party, flushed golden and scarlet with mirth and lust. An out of the way table in the corner (a table that is currently empty, in fact), a lot of drinking and gossiping amongst themselves, and some quite damning claw marks in the wall out at the back of the building.
"Hopefully this time is just as enjoyable," he purrs, grabbing a couple of drinks that are offered to them and raising one in a cheerful toast towards Flora. He can't say he's thrilled to have his daughter sequestering herself outside the protection she's worked so hard to put in place, but at least she won't be alone or without people to look out for her. Not if they have anything to do with it.
Tilting his head at Mateo's vibrant antics and nudging the Bastion as if to ask if he wants to go and risk a hello, if he's not feeling quite so brave, Ronin does direct them casually towards where Isla is sitting, as if to suggest a safer bet.
"Hopefully this time is just as enjoyable," he purrs, grabbing a couple of drinks that are offered to them and raising one in a cheerful toast towards Flora. He can't say he's thrilled to have his daughter sequestering herself outside the protection she's worked so hard to put in place, but at least she won't be alone or without people to look out for her. Not if they have anything to do with it.
Tilting his head at Mateo's vibrant antics and nudging the Bastion as if to ask if he wants to go and risk a hello, if he's not feeling quite so brave, Ronin does direct them casually towards where Isla is sitting, as if to suggest a safer bet.
the
WHITEKNIGHT
