RONIN
the white knight
Sighing to himself - because Remi is correct, but there's something about the bar burning to the ground that still doesn't sit right with him - Ronin lets his thumb brush gently across the back of his husband's hand. "Maybe he's just... gods, I don't know," he says softly, dropping the train of thought before it even properly takes hold. Their son is an enigma sometimes and an open book others, and there's never telling which they're going to get.
Also offering a polite smile to the server and murmuring his thanks, unlike Remi, Ronin leaves his drink untouched. And as the other man raises his glass in a toast, he instead lifts Remi's hand, bringing his knuckles to his lips in a soft, lingering kiss. "Nothing is unfixable," he tells him with gentle reverence, the words stubborn and sweetly certain. "Look at you and Isla. Look at the two of us." Our lives, our tethers to the gods that we somehow managed to change, our love.
"Perhaps, after Longnight, we take a trip up to Stormbreak together for a bit." Not just an afternoon. Enough time to start trying to stitch together something that has been frayed for far too long.
Also offering a polite smile to the server and murmuring his thanks, unlike Remi, Ronin leaves his drink untouched. And as the other man raises his glass in a toast, he instead lifts Remi's hand, bringing his knuckles to his lips in a soft, lingering kiss. "Nothing is unfixable," he tells him with gentle reverence, the words stubborn and sweetly certain. "Look at you and Isla. Look at the two of us." Our lives, our tethers to the gods that we somehow managed to change, our love.
"Perhaps, after Longnight, we take a trip up to Stormbreak together for a bit." Not just an afternoon. Enough time to start trying to stitch together something that has been frayed for far too long.
