RONIN
the white knight
Ronin's protests die on his tongue, melting into something warm and uncertain, but he letting himself enjoy the praise for what it is. If a faint pink does dust across his cheeks, though, that's between he and Remi, and he leans in to press a soft kiss to the other man's forehead. "Maybe we do," he agrees, making sure that the wagon is securely closed up before dropping back, leaving his arm wound around the Bastion as if worried he might lose this sense of calm if he lets him go.
"Perhaps we can take up pottery together. We can always smash what we've made afterwards if it doesn't make us feel better initially," he suggests, finally allowing them to separate enough to keep only their hands entwined, Ronin smiling at the words almost pressed to the shell of his ear. "And I love you," he whispers back, turning his head to sneak a kiss to Remi's face, wherever it might land.
As for what now, the Knight is already considering it as they slowly begin to meander away from the old wagon. "All this time in Torchline," he says slowly, "and we've never once tried surfing. I think I'd like to give that a go - after we get liquored up though, obviously..."
~FIN
"Perhaps we can take up pottery together. We can always smash what we've made afterwards if it doesn't make us feel better initially," he suggests, finally allowing them to separate enough to keep only their hands entwined, Ronin smiling at the words almost pressed to the shell of his ear. "And I love you," he whispers back, turning his head to sneak a kiss to Remi's face, wherever it might land.
As for what now, the Knight is already considering it as they slowly begin to meander away from the old wagon. "All this time in Torchline," he says slowly, "and we've never once tried surfing. I think I'd like to give that a go - after we get liquored up though, obviously..."
~FIN
