RONIN
Two traditional Ludos walk into the masquerade, hand in hand. The only difference is that, on one of them, the mask appears to be smiling, and there is a small snowdrop pinned to the lapel of the black rags. "If Ludo gets its way?" Ronin purrs, giving Remi's fingers a warm squeeze as they follow the will-o-wisps towards the clearing. "Plenty. Though I think we both know that it doesn't necessarily need to be involved for there to be chaos."
Depending on the attendees, there will be mayhem galore within the hour, he almost guarantees it. Smiling under his mask as the music picks up the beat and they stroll out into the clearing, he takes the opportunity to give his husband a little twirl, before drawing him snug back against his side - in case of any encroaching members of the crowd, you see. "I'd love to take bets once we can guess who's here," he says, before a glimmer of black feathers and sharp heels draws his eye.
"Not that I think we will have to guess too hard to recognise our daughter," he rumbles. "Though I don't know the person she's with."
Ronin's outfit making thread: [SE] i'll stand and deliver
Depending on the attendees, there will be mayhem galore within the hour, he almost guarantees it. Smiling under his mask as the music picks up the beat and they stroll out into the clearing, he takes the opportunity to give his husband a little twirl, before drawing him snug back against his side - in case of any encroaching members of the crowd, you see. "I'd love to take bets once we can guess who's here," he says, before a glimmer of black feathers and sharp heels draws his eye.
"Not that I think we will have to guess too hard to recognise our daughter," he rumbles. "Though I don't know the person she's with."
Ronin's outfit making thread: [SE] i'll stand and deliver
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
