RONIN
the white knight
light is easy to love.
Grinning like an idiot and feeling Remi's joy bounce against his own and back out like echoes off a cave wall, Ronin can do little more than hold them both for a while. A laugh breaks out of him to hear the Bastion explain their own self-imposed exile, and he gives them both a squeeze strong enough to nearly lift them from the ground entirely. "The only thing I think of you is how tiny you still are," he rumbles. "So easy to toss around and bully. I've missed that more than anything."
With another laugh, this one more animated, he releases them enough to straighten up, to wipe the emotion from his cheeks and to lean in and helplessly kiss Remi's temple. "It's true," he agrees with a bob of his head. "I demand participation trophies for things I've never attended. Remi has to applaud whenever I walk through a door. Also I just implied I'd stand a chance at bullying you of all people, so who even knows how far I've fallen."
Sighing at his own apparent pride, the humour soon melts back into something warm and golden and enduring. "Gods, it's good to see you Ashe."
With another laugh, this one more animated, he releases them enough to straighten up, to wipe the emotion from his cheeks and to lean in and helplessly kiss Remi's temple. "It's true," he agrees with a bob of his head. "I demand participation trophies for things I've never attended. Remi has to applaud whenever I walk through a door. Also I just implied I'd stand a chance at bullying you of all people, so who even knows how far I've fallen."
Sighing at his own apparent pride, the humour soon melts back into something warm and golden and enduring. "Gods, it's good to see you Ashe."
show me your darkness.
