we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
Arching an eyebrow at the mischief suddenly sparking through the bond they share, Ronin finds himself smiling without meaning to, despite the steel in his spine and the decision they've opted to make as a family - as all of their family. "Good. I couldn't do any of this without you. Wouldn't want to, anyway." His smile softening, Ronin's eyes shut for a moment to enjoy this; the potential future cracking open through a door he can't quite see through yet, the knowledge that even if it isn't meant to be, it's a choice that will be made with love. A choice that isn't selfish or fuelled by rage or grief or envy.
"Gods, I love you," he whispers to Remi, closing the distance between them with another kiss that feels like it might last forever so long as neither of them remember why they're here. Alas, Sugar is there to save the day ruin the moment yet again, her warning trill overhead the precursor to another cold reminder of the task at hand. "Alright, alright." Laughing, Ronin steps back at last and glances over to the smoking shoreline, content that they've beaten the fire back for now.
"Can I interest you in that brunch?" he asks Remi. "We can also pick up a gift for Isla, to say congratulations."
"Gods, I love you," he whispers to Remi, closing the distance between them with another kiss that feels like it might last forever so long as neither of them remember why they're here. Alas, Sugar is there to save the day ruin the moment yet again, her warning trill overhead the precursor to another cold reminder of the task at hand. "Alright, alright." Laughing, Ronin steps back at last and glances over to the smoking shoreline, content that they've beaten the fire back for now.
"Can I interest you in that brunch?" he asks Remi. "We can also pick up a gift for Isla, to say congratulations."
THE WHITE KNIGHT
and continue fighting
