RONIN
the white knight
"If the flag is attached to my very erect flagpole, I think he'd find it funny," Ronin says with a grin. "And we aren't claiming part of his land, we're putting a marker down so we don't lose our baby." He nuzzles obnoxiously against Remi's jaw as the last words rumble out, a pulse of warm delight rushing through their bond. It's with reluctance that he lets the other man roll away at last, Ronin shifting to lay on his side in the flowers, his hand propping up his head.
"Mm, the reasoning might be slightly different but the outcome is still the same." Chuckling, he reaches out with his free hand to let his fingers gently trace along the side of Remi's cheek, relishing the way the sunlight plays across his face. He doesn't expect the soft crackle of nerves, though when the Bastion speaks, understanding dawns in Ronin's expression. He smiles, just a touch wry with it.
"Carlo is cute," he says in easy agreement. "But Flora and Alora? I feel we'd be opening ourselves up for all kinds of accusations with only one letter's difference." Chuckling, he offers up his own as a compromise. "Calan for a boy and Ciara for a girl?"
"Mm, the reasoning might be slightly different but the outcome is still the same." Chuckling, he reaches out with his free hand to let his fingers gently trace along the side of Remi's cheek, relishing the way the sunlight plays across his face. He doesn't expect the soft crackle of nerves, though when the Bastion speaks, understanding dawns in Ronin's expression. He smiles, just a touch wry with it.
"Carlo is cute," he says in easy agreement. "But Flora and Alora? I feel we'd be opening ourselves up for all kinds of accusations with only one letter's difference." Chuckling, he offers up his own as a compromise. "Calan for a boy and Ciara for a girl?"
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
