RONIN
THE WHITE KNIGHT
"Mm, you must be tired if you're agreeing with me about my intelligence," Ronin says with a sleepy grin, shifting onto one elbow to watch as Remi carefully - ever so carefully - manoevres their twins between them on the bed, the two warm and tiny bodies still cooing curiously at one another. And when the Bastion nudges them together and waits, both demigods are reduced to holding their breath and silently praying as they watch to see if it's all about to go to hell in a handbasket.
And when it doesn't, Ronin finds it's even more difficult to keep composure; he releases his held breath in a shaky sigh that might have been a laugh if he'd dared to let it become one, blue eyes flicking from Carlo and Calan to Remi again as if waiting to wake up from what's clearly a dream. I think it's working. He replies to his husband's unspoken question through the Attuned bond, his words accompanied by a pulse of love and relief in one.
Slowly, carefully, Ronin eases himself down onto the bed properly again, head nuzzling into a pillow and one of his hands carefully stroking across one of the twins' cheeks. Whichever one it is hardly notices, too consumed by his living reflection.
And when it doesn't, Ronin finds it's even more difficult to keep composure; he releases his held breath in a shaky sigh that might have been a laugh if he'd dared to let it become one, blue eyes flicking from Carlo and Calan to Remi again as if waiting to wake up from what's clearly a dream. I think it's working. He replies to his husband's unspoken question through the Attuned bond, his words accompanied by a pulse of love and relief in one.
Slowly, carefully, Ronin eases himself down onto the bed properly again, head nuzzling into a pillow and one of his hands carefully stroking across one of the twins' cheeks. Whichever one it is hardly notices, too consumed by his living reflection.
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
