it feels like we're ready to crack, these days, you and I
"Morning," Ronin murmurs automatically in response, offering his cheek for the smooching and having to resist the urge to ignore their breakfast immediately for a taste of his husband instead. (Especially his husband in slightly too tight sweatpants). Listening quietly as Remi explains how things had gone from his perspective, the Knight is frowning as he flips their bacon and reaches for a few eggs from the basket nearby.
"It makes sense, but it doesn't seem great," he admits with a wince. Anything that could shut off the Bastion's consciousness like a lightswitch feels like worse news than the Family, in retrospect.
Before Ronin can offer more dozy insight into matters, two things happen simultaneously. First, he gets really sleepy, ironically in a way that feels identical to what Remi is describing. Second, his future son-in-law fucking channels him.
Whipped away to the desert where there's a creature with far too many eyes, a shadow that looks like trouble and a lot of dead animals, by the time Ronin returns the bright sunshine of Hak Etme is burning behind his eyes, and he glances slowly around towards his husband. "...Sorry about that."
"It makes sense, but it doesn't seem great," he admits with a wince. Anything that could shut off the Bastion's consciousness like a lightswitch feels like worse news than the Family, in retrospect.
Before Ronin can offer more dozy insight into matters, two things happen simultaneously. First, he gets really sleepy, ironically in a way that feels identical to what Remi is describing. Second, his future son-in-law fucking channels him.
Whipped away to the desert where there's a creature with far too many eyes, a shadow that looks like trouble and a lot of dead animals, by the time Ronin returns the bright sunshine of Hak Etme is burning behind his eyes, and he glances slowly around towards his husband. "...Sorry about that."
when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die
