RONIN
the white knight
"Are they? I wouldn't know - mine seems to be spontaneously disappearing at an alarming rate," Ronin quips to his husband, glowering playfully at his straying hand and moving his own breakfast well out of reach so he can devour it without fearing for its integrity. "You're right, though," he mumbles after a large bite, wiping sauce from the corner of his mouth. "And not even good threats." Still, the Knight is hardly going to complain, not with the morning sun drenching them with light and warmth and the whisper of the waves to accompany their stroll.
Finishing the rest of his taco in very good time (out of fear as much as enjoyment), only once he's finished and wiped his fingers off on a napkin does Ronin reach to snag Remi's hand in his own. "Mm...?" He listens, relaxed and casual to the Bastion's imagining, a crooked smile slanting across his face.
"Oh, maybe," Ronin says, his tone one that suggests but definitely not, husband, "Or maybe it's exactly where I left it all this time." Raising his eyebrows, gaze alighting with the mischief of a secret very well kept, he tugs Remi close enough to wrap an arm around him. "Come on, I'll show you."
Finishing the rest of his taco in very good time (out of fear as much as enjoyment), only once he's finished and wiped his fingers off on a napkin does Ronin reach to snag Remi's hand in his own. "Mm...?" He listens, relaxed and casual to the Bastion's imagining, a crooked smile slanting across his face.
"Oh, maybe," Ronin says, his tone one that suggests but definitely not, husband, "Or maybe it's exactly where I left it all this time." Raising his eyebrows, gaze alighting with the mischief of a secret very well kept, he tugs Remi close enough to wrap an arm around him. "Come on, I'll show you."
