RONIN
the white knight
Remi's brows raise and Ronin's eyes widen, though he can't help the smirk that tugs at his lips to see Edrei strut back through the veil as if it were just another bit of fabric to tug away with aplomb. "I didn't even realise the lantern was for her," he confesses, "but now that I'm looking at it properly, it does suit." His arm is already snaking around his husband's waist, his cider completely abandoned, and he turns his head as if to listen more closely to him, though it's obviously just another excuse to be close.
"I don't even think you'll have to tempt me. Come on, let's get going. It's the end of the season - no one needs me to go full deer on them, not when I've made it this far." Still, it's with a gentle smile over to where Isla is reuniting with the Launceleyn that he starts to usher Remi away, letting them slink through the crowd and towards the fringes of the fields of Mourn, avoiding kicking over any lanterns as they go.
"I don't even think you'll have to tempt me. Come on, let's get going. It's the end of the season - no one needs me to go full deer on them, not when I've made it this far." Still, it's with a gentle smile over to where Isla is reuniting with the Launceleyn that he starts to usher Remi away, letting them slink through the crowd and towards the fringes of the fields of Mourn, avoiding kicking over any lanterns as they go.
