RONIN
THE WHITE KNIGHT
Me neither, Ronin admits freely, his grin half hidden in the pillow but no less boyish for it, and as he starts to relax and the silence stretches out enough to feel real and good, it becomes all the more sacred to him. The rest of the world ought to be afraid, though. Because so help me, if something wakes these two up before we've gotten less than an hour into a nap... The grin remains, but it's suddenly edged with a dragon's fangs, and the Knight doesn't apologise for it in the slightest.
Slowly he lets his hand lift from the baby's feather-soft cheek, reaching out instead to grasp for Remi's fingers. Brushing a thumb across scarred knuckles, he draws the Bastion's hand towards his waiting lips as if they're out on some first or second date, his kiss gentle even if the emotion that roars behind it is anything but. I love you. He whispers it, despite only the two of them being around to hear the declaration in their minds.
As for their twins, he blinks down at them with renewed curiosity. I was thinking the same, he admits. With how upset they've been, surely magic or shifts would have manifested by now, even if they didn't know they were doing it?
Slowly he lets his hand lift from the baby's feather-soft cheek, reaching out instead to grasp for Remi's fingers. Brushing a thumb across scarred knuckles, he draws the Bastion's hand towards his waiting lips as if they're out on some first or second date, his kiss gentle even if the emotion that roars behind it is anything but. I love you. He whispers it, despite only the two of them being around to hear the declaration in their minds.
As for their twins, he blinks down at them with renewed curiosity. I was thinking the same, he admits. With how upset they've been, surely magic or shifts would have manifested by now, even if they didn't know they were doing it?
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
