RONIN
the white knight
"I will hold you to that," Ronin says through a laugh, raising his bottle of beer in a grateful toast and taking a sip before he turns back to the grill, more than content to stand and shoot the breeze and cook a mountain of burgers with Zavien. He grins, too, at the sight of Sol peeping up against the other man's leg, expectant for more burgers, and if he glances up he might just about catch the pale slip of a shape against the sky; Sugar, drawn out from hiding by the smell of cooking meat.
"It sure will," he agrees with a scoff of quieter laughter; the memory is bittersweet, but it has long passed by now, and Ronin can regard it with some objectivity. "One day," he assures Zavien, "you'll look up and it'll be behind you. Might have even been behind you for a while and you didn't notice." Sounding quietly certain about that, he flips a burger with a little flourish to set it land and sizzle back on the grill.
"But for today, let's make sure these people are fed and watered and have a good time, yeah?"
"It sure will," he agrees with a scoff of quieter laughter; the memory is bittersweet, but it has long passed by now, and Ronin can regard it with some objectivity. "One day," he assures Zavien, "you'll look up and it'll be behind you. Might have even been behind you for a while and you didn't notice." Sounding quietly certain about that, he flips a burger with a little flourish to set it land and sizzle back on the grill.
"But for today, let's make sure these people are fed and watered and have a good time, yeah?"
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
