even my darkness shines for you
Slowly, Ronin's pulse has started to quieten into something more resembling a genuine heartbeat, and as he watches their children verbally spar with all the love and theatrics expected of any siblings, let alone Taliesins, the smile on his face is reflected in the soft radiance beginning to shine out from him. "Sorry," he says sheepishly, clearing his throat.
"We should do this more often, whatever happens in the future." He can't say he's missed them all being together like this, because it's only in their adulthood that it's been possible, but it's something he'd like to become regular. Instinctively he reaches for Remi's hand, and the feelings that warble through his magic will be opalescent and scattershot, a pride that comes not only from growing their family, but at seeing how incredible it already is.
Lifting his own glass in a toast, he scoffs out a laugh at Flora's (very good) point. "Right, yeah," he says. "Maybe with a sign, too."
"We should do this more often, whatever happens in the future." He can't say he's missed them all being together like this, because it's only in their adulthood that it's been possible, but it's something he'd like to become regular. Instinctively he reaches for Remi's hand, and the feelings that warble through his magic will be opalescent and scattershot, a pride that comes not only from growing their family, but at seeing how incredible it already is.
Lifting his own glass in a toast, he scoffs out a laugh at Flora's (very good) point. "Right, yeah," he says. "Maybe with a sign, too."
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