RONIN
THE WHITE KNIGHT
Ronin is already half moving them out of the Northaven and into Wildering House in his mind as Remi reaches for the baby in his arms, the Knight surrendering his son willingly if only to properly love and admire him from a safer decibel range. He's just straightened up and gotten back to his feet as the twins are nestled close together against Remi's chest, and as the noise almost instantly begins to subside, Ronin's laugh is almost quietly hysterical. "Not seasick then," he confirms, leaning for a moment against the back of the chair.
His ears are still ringing and the tension in his shoulders and back and jaw are still plain (a combination of Leafchange and the prolonged sound of newborn distress), but there's genuine delight in his smile all the same. "Well," he almost whispers as Remi creeps towards the bed, "looks like we know how to calm them down now."
Waiting until the other man is settled, Ronin brings the bottle to set down on the bedside table, sinking down on the edge of the bed and rubbing tiredly at his eyes. "Gods, I know I said I'd go but suddenly I'm exhausted," he admits.
His ears are still ringing and the tension in his shoulders and back and jaw are still plain (a combination of Leafchange and the prolonged sound of newborn distress), but there's genuine delight in his smile all the same. "Well," he almost whispers as Remi creeps towards the bed, "looks like we know how to calm them down now."
Waiting until the other man is settled, Ronin brings the bottle to set down on the bedside table, sinking down on the edge of the bed and rubbing tiredly at his eyes. "Gods, I know I said I'd go but suddenly I'm exhausted," he admits.
now don’t you lose hope
I swear I never dream that we’re alone
I swear I still believe but I don’t know
