RONIN
the white knight
light is easy to love.
As Sunjata finally breaks into laughter, Ronin treats it like the permission it is to join in, the Knight grinning broadly as he continues to heft a few other pieces of debris into a neat pile while others work around them. "The highlight of the season," he repeats. "Well, now I know as much, I'll make sure we throw a rave or something next year to celebrate our anniversary. I'll be watching and glaring unreasonably from the sidelines, of course." But Sunjata can have at it.
Stretching his arms above his head, he gestures to the bits of ship and crates and other wood pieces everyone has been gathering. "D'you want me to set this alight for you?" he asks. "As a phoenix, of course. Unless you've got other plans for it." He can only offer, after all, and as someone with a moniker of the Flood, he wouldn't be surprised if Jata hasn't got an ability to produce fire anywhere in him.
"Also... I think I've got something for you, actually. I was going through everything after our anniversary and... well, I think you should have it."
Stretching his arms above his head, he gestures to the bits of ship and crates and other wood pieces everyone has been gathering. "D'you want me to set this alight for you?" he asks. "As a phoenix, of course. Unless you've got other plans for it." He can only offer, after all, and as someone with a moniker of the Flood, he wouldn't be surprised if Jata hasn't got an ability to produce fire anywhere in him.
"Also... I think I've got something for you, actually. I was going through everything after our anniversary and... well, I think you should have it."
show me your darkness.
