RONIN
the white knight
"We've been married for ten years - I'd be worried if we weren't at least a little domestic with one another," Ronin reminds her with a smirk as he sets his glass back down on the table. "Around all the war and death and drama, at least." He waves a hand as if to say it doesn't really count any more, not now that the void has vacated Caido and they can all breathe again without worrying about the Family.
Reaching for a strawberry half, now it's the Knight's turn for his smile to turn mischievous, and he shrugs airily as he pops the berry into his mouth. "Bold of you to assume he was the only one I've ever threatened. Mostly it goes a lot better than it did back then. Maybe this time we can even laugh about it over dinner." You know, around Ronin's oh-so-serious promises that he'll drop Kaisel into the Maw if he hurts Flora.
Still, he softens to see her so readily admit to happiness, the way it streams out of her like the first fingers of dawn across a dark horizon, and he sighs and relaxes a little further. "Good," he tells her, low and sincere. "The rest doesn't matter, you know? If you're happy, and you can keep saying that, whatever else goes on is by the by."
Glancing across the office to the desk and its horde of paper, this time when Ronin brings it up, it's with less humour and more genuine inquiry. "Do you need any help with this?" he asks. "Like... real, permanent help? It's a lot for any one person to handle - both of us know that now from experience."
Reaching for a strawberry half, now it's the Knight's turn for his smile to turn mischievous, and he shrugs airily as he pops the berry into his mouth. "Bold of you to assume he was the only one I've ever threatened. Mostly it goes a lot better than it did back then. Maybe this time we can even laugh about it over dinner." You know, around Ronin's oh-so-serious promises that he'll drop Kaisel into the Maw if he hurts Flora.
Still, he softens to see her so readily admit to happiness, the way it streams out of her like the first fingers of dawn across a dark horizon, and he sighs and relaxes a little further. "Good," he tells her, low and sincere. "The rest doesn't matter, you know? If you're happy, and you can keep saying that, whatever else goes on is by the by."
Glancing across the office to the desk and its horde of paper, this time when Ronin brings it up, it's with less humour and more genuine inquiry. "Do you need any help with this?" he asks. "Like... real, permanent help? It's a lot for any one person to handle - both of us know that now from experience."
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
