RONIN
the white knight
you and I burned out our steam
Smirking to watch the two dragons shoot off into the sky for a bit of much needed play, Ronin remains on the dock as Flora languidly gets herself upright, the Knight gesturing beside him expectantly. He hasn't christened many ships, but he's pretty sure that the champagne bottle needs to be smashed against the outside of it. "It wasn't the cost so much as the quality," he says, weighing the bottle in his hands as if trying to see whether that will give him any idea how good it might be. "I figured the sea would be resentful of shitty champagne, or something." It sounds about right in his mind.
Raising a brow at the mention of her previous party - for Ronin of course, it had seemed to go exactly as most other big parties in The Hanged Man (that is to say, messily), and he'd spent the majority of the night sitting with Remi and Isla and her hopefully-still-boyfriend. "Well, people in Haulani are still complimenting it," he says, "so you must've done something right."
Then she drops a certain asshole captain's name into it and the Knight's expression darkens considerably, quite without his own permission. "I wasn't aware we cared all that much what Jack says any more."
Raising a brow at the mention of her previous party - for Ronin of course, it had seemed to go exactly as most other big parties in The Hanged Man (that is to say, messily), and he'd spent the majority of the night sitting with Remi and Isla and her hopefully-still-boyfriend. "Well, people in Haulani are still complimenting it," he says, "so you must've done something right."
Then she drops a certain asshole captain's name into it and the Knight's expression darkens considerably, quite without his own permission. "I wasn't aware we cared all that much what Jack says any more."
chasing someone else's dream
