I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
"And you just said he wasn't cruel," Ronin quips, glancing down at Remi's side as if he might be able to see the blade his patron has poised to slip between the Bastion's ribs. He settles into the fan of the other man's wing, fingers reaching out to gently stroke at the flight feathers, as if subconsciously preening them as they talk. "Mmhm," he confirms dully, and even if Remi is incredulous, it does little to drag the weight from Ronin's shoulders. "At least it would be proof that I'd have been trying," he echoes.
He nods his agreement - they've really only been doing what they know would be safe, would keep their family from dwindling ever further. It still hurts to know that it's not been remotely enough, though. "I don't know. Training? Fortifying Haulani? Demigod business?" he suggests, gesturing broadly towards the sky as if the answers will fall upon them like rain.
Reaching automatically for Remi's hand as he toys with his wedding ring, Ronin brings his fingers to his lips in a soft kiss. "Oh, absolutely," he mumbles against his husband's fingerprints, not bothering to hide the guilty satisfaction in the admission, as if he's been given permission to say it. "I've even briefly considered threatening not to bring her back, but... we both know that would never happen," he says; the words would never have even made it to his lips. "Still... it's like she has an answer for everything. I don't know if it's arrogance or a deathwish, but I... I don't know that I like how it looks on her," he confesses.
He nods his agreement - they've really only been doing what they know would be safe, would keep their family from dwindling ever further. It still hurts to know that it's not been remotely enough, though. "I don't know. Training? Fortifying Haulani? Demigod business?" he suggests, gesturing broadly towards the sky as if the answers will fall upon them like rain.
Reaching automatically for Remi's hand as he toys with his wedding ring, Ronin brings his fingers to his lips in a soft kiss. "Oh, absolutely," he mumbles against his husband's fingerprints, not bothering to hide the guilty satisfaction in the admission, as if he's been given permission to say it. "I've even briefly considered threatening not to bring her back, but... we both know that would never happen," he says; the words would never have even made it to his lips. "Still... it's like she has an answer for everything. I don't know if it's arrogance or a deathwish, but I... I don't know that I like how it looks on her," he confesses.
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