RONIN
the white knight
Tittering down the bond in response to Remi's entirely understandable exasperation, Ronin all but lazes in the cradle of the kraken's tentacles, ensuring he adds a few wriggling flourishes for drama as if his fellow monster really is dragging him back to his lair to stack upon. Ugh, I never need reminding of that, he says of Zariah, sending the mental equivalent of a nose wrinkle through the bond. I bet she and Dahlia would have gotten along wonderfully, until one tried to betray the other. Which would have been inevitable, Ronin thinks.
They rise through the water, steady and slow, and when Remi finally releases him so they can find the space to shift back without crowding the underground lake with their vast size, Ronin allows himself to be abandoned. He does flail a bit, of course, like he's manage to escape his doom, but in the end the Knight that swamps out of the water after his husband is safe and sound and on two legs again. "It's as good a way as any," he says of the direction Remi suggests, sweeping his hands back through his wet hair to slick it out of his face, wringing off his shirt and squelching back onto more solid ground.
"Come along, then," he invites, wrinkling his nose at the way his clothes cling to his body, but knowing better than to complain when things could be so much worse in a place like this.
~FIN
They rise through the water, steady and slow, and when Remi finally releases him so they can find the space to shift back without crowding the underground lake with their vast size, Ronin allows himself to be abandoned. He does flail a bit, of course, like he's manage to escape his doom, but in the end the Knight that swamps out of the water after his husband is safe and sound and on two legs again. "It's as good a way as any," he says of the direction Remi suggests, sweeping his hands back through his wet hair to slick it out of his face, wringing off his shirt and squelching back onto more solid ground.
"Come along, then," he invites, wrinkling his nose at the way his clothes cling to his body, but knowing better than to complain when things could be so much worse in a place like this.
~FIN
