RONIN
the white knight
"And never have I ever been so pleased for you to be considered boring," Ronin says through a laugh as he begins to push his needle into the fabric of his costume once more. The gods know it wasn't easy for Remi to attend to his duties to the trickster herald, much as he brought peace to so many at their time of death. He's smiling faintly down at his stitchwork when he feels - naturally - the Bastion retaliate his game of footsie with a tentacle, and the expression promptly twists, a shudder creeping up Ronin's spine.
"That is always so uncalled for," he mutters, lifting his gaze to his husband with a smirk. "And it is never just your ass I'm hoping to get my hands on. Don't tempt me with that idea - if you show up with nothing beneath that cloak, you're going to find yourself accosted many times throughout the night." Somehow, though, he doesn't entirely think this will be the deterrent he wants it to be.
"That is always so uncalled for," he mutters, lifting his gaze to his husband with a smirk. "And it is never just your ass I'm hoping to get my hands on. Don't tempt me with that idea - if you show up with nothing beneath that cloak, you're going to find yourself accosted many times throughout the night." Somehow, though, he doesn't entirely think this will be the deterrent he wants it to be.
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
