RONIN
the white knight
Ronin's head snaps up at the mere hint of Flora calling to them, the Knight setting down his tongs on the grill (after making sure nothing is aflame that shouldn't be) and raising an eyebrow towards her, half affectionate and half suspicious. He's sure she understands. His lips part to drawl some quip or another, wondering what it is she needs them to do, but Flora beats him to it with the words Vai's granddaughter all but etching through the air above Theea in neon letters, and damn it but Ronin almost bites his tongue hard enough to draw blood.
He glances from the Doubletake to the young woman she's introduced, and whilst even on an ordinary day Ronin would have had to look twice - perhaps three times - with that missing context already provided, gods, it's like he's standing in front of Ashetta again. The woman he'd called sister, missing and gone for so long it's like she'd only ever existed in a memory, send to pluck him down from the stars when fate had decided otherwise.
The food fight goes unnoticed by the Knight - the food in general has tumbled to the bottom of his priorities, and if Sunjata wants to take over the grill, by all fucking means at this point. He flinches only a little, and that's at the sudden shade provided by the spread of Remi's wings - a shade tha tmakes it all too obvious how Ronin has quite literally begun to radiate with warm light.
He doesn't topple as his husband grasps for him - not quite - but the flood of emotions will hit like charging bull. Shock, grief and elation all fight for purchase, until Ronin finally pushes his sunglasses up atop his head. "It's been a long time since anyone called me that," he says, the smile in his voice at odds with the roughness of his tone. "How-- I mean, your mother - is she...?" Alive? Alright? Here?
He glances from the Doubletake to the young woman she's introduced, and whilst even on an ordinary day Ronin would have had to look twice - perhaps three times - with that missing context already provided, gods, it's like he's standing in front of Ashetta again. The woman he'd called sister, missing and gone for so long it's like she'd only ever existed in a memory, send to pluck him down from the stars when fate had decided otherwise.
The food fight goes unnoticed by the Knight - the food in general has tumbled to the bottom of his priorities, and if Sunjata wants to take over the grill, by all fucking means at this point. He flinches only a little, and that's at the sudden shade provided by the spread of Remi's wings - a shade tha tmakes it all too obvious how Ronin has quite literally begun to radiate with warm light.
He doesn't topple as his husband grasps for him - not quite - but the flood of emotions will hit like charging bull. Shock, grief and elation all fight for purchase, until Ronin finally pushes his sunglasses up atop his head. "It's been a long time since anyone called me that," he says, the smile in his voice at odds with the roughness of his tone. "How-- I mean, your mother - is she...?" Alive? Alright? Here?
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
