RONIN
THE WHITE KNIGHT
"Yeah, I think he did," Ronin mutters of Vox, lip curling in distaste and his body leaning automatically into Remi's, as if the very space they stand in might somehow sink into all their exposed places and leave them stained purple. His firebolts flicker a touch as his husband - effortlessly as ever - offers his comfort, a few of them remaining at the ready, but no longer is the Knight haloed in a ring of celestial fire.
Instead, nosing a kiss into Remi's damp curls, he glances to the remaining pods; empty, innocuous, but somehow all the more foreboding for it, and lets out a sigh. "I hate to even imagine what would have happened if more of the Family had woken up down here."
Luckily for Ronin, the man at his side is doing plenty of imagining for them both, and it's less about emerging void-horror and more comical heroics. Trying and failing to stop the smile from twitching at his lips, the Knight presses another kiss to Remi's hair and gives him a theatrical groan for his trouble. "Not another moniker," he complains.
"What would it be, I wonder? The vorpal sword? The void cleaver? Oh, how about Ronin Taliesin, the Family Annihilator?" Grinning and shaking his head, they walk a few steps further through the strange chamber.
"If I had been dragged down here, it wouldn't have been without you. I bet you'd have held the line right where we're standing, looking totally unbothered while Pierce tried to punch you out of the island."
Instead, nosing a kiss into Remi's damp curls, he glances to the remaining pods; empty, innocuous, but somehow all the more foreboding for it, and lets out a sigh. "I hate to even imagine what would have happened if more of the Family had woken up down here."
Luckily for Ronin, the man at his side is doing plenty of imagining for them both, and it's less about emerging void-horror and more comical heroics. Trying and failing to stop the smile from twitching at his lips, the Knight presses another kiss to Remi's hair and gives him a theatrical groan for his trouble. "Not another moniker," he complains.
"What would it be, I wonder? The vorpal sword? The void cleaver? Oh, how about Ronin Taliesin, the Family Annihilator?" Grinning and shaking his head, they walk a few steps further through the strange chamber.
"If I had been dragged down here, it wouldn't have been without you. I bet you'd have held the line right where we're standing, looking totally unbothered while Pierce tried to punch you out of the island."
now don’t you lose hope
I swear I never dream that we’re alone
I swear I still believe but I don’t know
