even my darkness shines for you
"Ideas about what?" Ronin wants to know with a cheerful bark of laughter, the Knight raising his eyebrows up at the branches that curve overhead, the light that dapples through the leaves to hit them like warm, golden streamers. When there's no answer forthcoming - Ronin, alas, has never been the Greatwood Guardian, and he doesn't have the same sort of kinship with the forest as his husband and daughter - he glances back to Remi, oblivious to the leaf now caught in his dark hair.
"It would only be fair," he agrees, of claiming treason for being barred entry to a tavern. "I'm pretty sure Flora has used our names to get the things she wants for years, now. She probably still does, despite being queen." There's playful fondness in his voice as he speaks; for Ronin, if he can help their children even if only by reputation, it's help he's ready and willing to provide.
That sort of quiet joy is soon exchanged, of course, by boyish mischief, and as Remi scolds him (unsuccessfully, in the Knight's opinion), Ronin continues to prowl towards his husband with a broad grin on his face. "I left them at home," he says with a casual shrug. "I hope that's not a problem."
"It would only be fair," he agrees, of claiming treason for being barred entry to a tavern. "I'm pretty sure Flora has used our names to get the things she wants for years, now. She probably still does, despite being queen." There's playful fondness in his voice as he speaks; for Ronin, if he can help their children even if only by reputation, it's help he's ready and willing to provide.
That sort of quiet joy is soon exchanged, of course, by boyish mischief, and as Remi scolds him (unsuccessfully, in the Knight's opinion), Ronin continues to prowl towards his husband with a broad grin on his face. "I left them at home," he says with a casual shrug. "I hope that's not a problem."
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