we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"It most definitely is," Ronin confirms, wondering how it is that they're able to so seamlessly able to glide between flirtation and what's arguably one of the most serious conversations they've ever had. His wings shift and then softly begin to open, as if letting in the sunlight will also give them clarity into the decision they're very close to making, and as Remi leans into him further, the Knight holds him close and steadfast against him.
He knows the tragedy of their past like the back of his hand, scarred with grief and war and lost time, but as the other man asks the question out loud - have we? - Ronin already knows the answer, and the kisses he scatters across Remi's cheeks are ruined by the laughter bubbling out of him. "No," he says breathlessly, the hope suddenly kindling in him enough to have it beaming out of him in celestial radiance.
"No we aren't, but I... what about Flora? Mateo? You two only just started talking again..."
He knows the tragedy of their past like the back of his hand, scarred with grief and war and lost time, but as the other man asks the question out loud - have we? - Ronin already knows the answer, and the kisses he scatters across Remi's cheeks are ruined by the laughter bubbling out of him. "No," he says breathlessly, the hope suddenly kindling in him enough to have it beaming out of him in celestial radiance.
"No we aren't, but I... what about Flora? Mateo? You two only just started talking again..."
THE WHITE KNIGHT
and continue fighting
