RONIN
the white knight
"Mm. I was half expecting missives hand-delivered by spirits, if I'm honest," Ronin says, his voice warmed by the faint smile on his lips. "I suppose there's still time for that with wedding invitations, though." The Knight's tone is carefully nonchalant, almost cheerful to unsuspecting ears, but everything else about him is like granite. His arm around his husband threatens to go from casual to fiercely protective at any moment, and his eyes are far beyond the docks towards where he knows the Northaven bobs nearby.
Only the sound of Kaisel's thumping steps drags him out of his thoughts (mainly thoughts about Mateo's parting words to them about babysitting the twins - how much harder can it be than when they were plants?) and he turns in time to catch the Accepted panting hard. "Ready as I'll ever be," he confirms; like Remi, Ronin also looks as though sleep is a rare commodity as of late, but the sooner they get this done the sooner he can go back to being controlling possessive vigilant of his little family and their immediate surroundings.
"We decided the beginning of the docks, right?"
Only the sound of Kaisel's thumping steps drags him out of his thoughts (mainly thoughts about Mateo's parting words to them about babysitting the twins - how much harder can it be than when they were plants?) and he turns in time to catch the Accepted panting hard. "Ready as I'll ever be," he confirms; like Remi, Ronin also looks as though sleep is a rare commodity as of late, but the sooner they get this done the sooner he can go back to being controlling possessive vigilant of his little family and their immediate surroundings.
"We decided the beginning of the docks, right?"
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
