RONIN
the white knight
Still feeling further apologies burn on his tongue and turn to ash, in the end Ronin huffs out a shaky sigh and nods against his husband's curls, holding him close and warm for as long as they both need to glue back together the parts of themselves that have started to crack open. He doesn't need to say it, doesn't even need to think it through the Attuned bond; everywhere they touch is like liquid gold melting together with cool bursts of starlight and deep fire. Gods, I love you.
"You think so...?" Ronin smiles weakly, not noticing the flake of wood Remi collects from the wagon door, his eyes raising to the faces of their watching children, the majority of them from a plane so apart from their own that sometimes the Knight isn't even sure he's remembering them right. "I forgot what good looks like, honestly. Sometimes I just need to... get it out." Stepping out of his husband's grip for just a moment, Ronin reaches to close up the wagon door again.
"Yeah? I think I'd like that..." If he couldn't help her make a studio, at least he might be able to help keep her memory alive in a way she'd enjoy.
"You think so...?" Ronin smiles weakly, not noticing the flake of wood Remi collects from the wagon door, his eyes raising to the faces of their watching children, the majority of them from a plane so apart from their own that sometimes the Knight isn't even sure he's remembering them right. "I forgot what good looks like, honestly. Sometimes I just need to... get it out." Stepping out of his husband's grip for just a moment, Ronin reaches to close up the wagon door again.
"Yeah? I think I'd like that..." If he couldn't help her make a studio, at least he might be able to help keep her memory alive in a way she'd enjoy.
