we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"Yeah? Well... if it isn't going to be breaching the trust between you and you're so inclined, perhaps you could accidentally let slip one of those places...?" Ronin's smile is devious, almost boyish in its mischief. What harm would it be for an old friend to receive mail, right? Especially if she's already going to be picking up notes from her daughter.
Theea's decision to keep quiet is a wise one, when it comes to the party, because (as with a lot of things, even now) Ronin is cheerfully oblivious about it all - and as she speaks again, the Knight only softens further to hear about his husband's contribution, his expression turning quietly lovestruck. "I'll add one of my own, in that case," he says. "Just be careful with it. It shouldn't cause issues, but it is a phoenix feather, so... you never know."
But the conversation moves swiftly on, and Ronin is already stepping further into the abandoned building, finding a suitable space in the shade for them to move about one another without being blinded by the light streaming in through the hole in the roof. "A brag for life?" He scoffs affectionately. "Hardly. If you do come to use this place when it's up and running, you'll be cursing me in no time."
Brushing off his clothes and settling easy into a defensive stance, he raises one hand palm up as if to give her a target. "Show me what you've got."
Theea's decision to keep quiet is a wise one, when it comes to the party, because (as with a lot of things, even now) Ronin is cheerfully oblivious about it all - and as she speaks again, the Knight only softens further to hear about his husband's contribution, his expression turning quietly lovestruck. "I'll add one of my own, in that case," he says. "Just be careful with it. It shouldn't cause issues, but it is a phoenix feather, so... you never know."
But the conversation moves swiftly on, and Ronin is already stepping further into the abandoned building, finding a suitable space in the shade for them to move about one another without being blinded by the light streaming in through the hole in the roof. "A brag for life?" He scoffs affectionately. "Hardly. If you do come to use this place when it's up and running, you'll be cursing me in no time."
Brushing off his clothes and settling easy into a defensive stance, he raises one hand palm up as if to give her a target. "Show me what you've got."
THE WHITE KNIGHT
and continue fighting
