we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
It could be annoyance at being left to deal with the remaining wildfire or it could be jealousy at not being informed or involved in the sudden affection being handed out - mercurial and unwilling to be perceived or understood, Sugar nevertheless arcs away to finish her work. Ronin glares after her over the pale, sunwarmed membrane of a draconic wing, grumbling something inaudible that soon fades under the renewed closeness between he and Remi.
Feeling the tension unlock from his spine when no further assault is offered, he relaxes back into Remi's embrace; as a result, despite the carefully casual tone offered by the Bastion, Ronin is touching him more than enough to feel the undercurrent of something else, something he can't quite name. "Oh?" He raises his eyebrows, nevertheless giving Remi to parse through it in his own time.
"Wedding bells?" he guesses, unknowingly coming to exactly the same conclusion as the other man, his fingers absently teasing through damp curls to encourage them to dry.
Feeling the tension unlock from his spine when no further assault is offered, he relaxes back into Remi's embrace; as a result, despite the carefully casual tone offered by the Bastion, Ronin is touching him more than enough to feel the undercurrent of something else, something he can't quite name. "Oh?" He raises his eyebrows, nevertheless giving Remi to parse through it in his own time.
"Wedding bells?" he guesses, unknowingly coming to exactly the same conclusion as the other man, his fingers absently teasing through damp curls to encourage them to dry.
THE WHITE KNIGHT
and continue fighting
