I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
There is something to be said for the White Knight's renowned dexterity (wink... wonk?) because the moment he hears his husband bellow his name in that way, the second he feels the adrenaline crackle through the Attuned bond, he's on the move. Nothing, not instinct, not temper, not even self-preservation could prevent him from that abrupt u-turn, and he reappears with alarming speed almost as quickly as he'd left, parting the rain with the fierce glow of a luxere's antlers.
"What happened? What did... oh." Skidding to a stop in the slick grass and all but crumpling to his knees beside Remi, his eyes are wide and blue and full of wonder as he takes in that first squalling infant, before they flick urgently to the second bud. Its outer layers are already peeling back to reveal another pink, furious newborn, all red cheeks and strong lungs, based on the cry that splits the air in harmony with their twin.
"Oh my gods," Ronin whispers, immediately reaching to rescue the second baby from the remnants of the flower bud. The sprout they'd cared for so fervently is already wilting, he realises, its work complete, and in its wake they are left with...
"Boys," he realises softly, having bundled the infant against his chest, his shirt and his coat. Thankful for the rain for the first time and the way it masks the wetness on his cheeks, he glances in awe between the two children, shifting in the wet grass closer to Remi. "They... gods I know they're only babies, but don't they look..." Identical, he wants to say, but how true can that really be at minutes old?
"What happened? What did... oh." Skidding to a stop in the slick grass and all but crumpling to his knees beside Remi, his eyes are wide and blue and full of wonder as he takes in that first squalling infant, before they flick urgently to the second bud. Its outer layers are already peeling back to reveal another pink, furious newborn, all red cheeks and strong lungs, based on the cry that splits the air in harmony with their twin.
"Oh my gods," Ronin whispers, immediately reaching to rescue the second baby from the remnants of the flower bud. The sprout they'd cared for so fervently is already wilting, he realises, its work complete, and in its wake they are left with...
"Boys," he realises softly, having bundled the infant against his chest, his shirt and his coat. Thankful for the rain for the first time and the way it masks the wetness on his cheeks, he glances in awe between the two children, shifting in the wet grass closer to Remi. "They... gods I know they're only babies, but don't they look..." Identical, he wants to say, but how true can that really be at minutes old?
RONIN
