RONIN
the white knight
light is easy to love.
To Ronin's credit, he doesn't audibly choke on his bite of pie as Flora tells her tale about Safrin channelling gone awry, and both of their newborns remain peacefully sleeping with Remi rocking them in the bassinet. The Knight, however, is forced to thump a fist against his chest a couple of times while raising his eyebrows incredulously at his daughter, and he thinks better of taking another bite before delivering pie slices to the rest of the family first.
"We almost weren't all alive in here just then," he rasps, grinning boyishly and smooching a kiss to Remi's still-damp curls as he hands him some of the baked treat, returning for his own plate and finally finding a place to sit himself down without interfering with either food or the delicate act of keeping the twins in dreamland. "And uh, how did that work out for you?" he asks. "Shooting my patron deity with a cannon, I mean."
Y'know, in case she couldn't guess.
"We almost weren't all alive in here just then," he rasps, grinning boyishly and smooching a kiss to Remi's still-damp curls as he hands him some of the baked treat, returning for his own plate and finally finding a place to sit himself down without interfering with either food or the delicate act of keeping the twins in dreamland. "And uh, how did that work out for you?" he asks. "Shooting my patron deity with a cannon, I mean."
Y'know, in case she couldn't guess.
show me your darkness.
