RONIN
the white knight
"Of course what...?" Ronin blinks as if he's done something wrong, glancing between Mateo and Remi and then the plant - their children - again like any one of them might be able to explain. But he forgets about it almost instantly with the warm weight of Remi's hands on his shoulders, the Knight's attention returning squarely to his husband's handsome face, the tears still threatening at the corners of his eyes, making the green even brighter in the sunshine.
"That is how flowers grow," he blurts immediately through a laugh that's still a little distant with the shock of it, glancing to Mateo with a sheepish grin as if to ask whether that's still correct or if that logic in the world has also disappeared. "Just... not these flowers, I suppose." His laughter is warmer now, even as he blinks quickly to ward off his own tears, and his arms coil around Remi to draw him roughly against his chest.
The force of the hug would likely crush anyone else, but they have long stopped needing to be careful with one another in that way. "Two babies," he mumbles, awed and breathless and delighted. "Gods, that... we have a lot more to do than I thought, don't we?"
"That is how flowers grow," he blurts immediately through a laugh that's still a little distant with the shock of it, glancing to Mateo with a sheepish grin as if to ask whether that's still correct or if that logic in the world has also disappeared. "Just... not these flowers, I suppose." His laughter is warmer now, even as he blinks quickly to ward off his own tears, and his arms coil around Remi to draw him roughly against his chest.
The force of the hug would likely crush anyone else, but they have long stopped needing to be careful with one another in that way. "Two babies," he mumbles, awed and breathless and delighted. "Gods, that... we have a lot more to do than I thought, don't we?"
