Ronin Taliesin
but they haven't seen the best of me
"Your first idea is usually your best one, unless it's to do with making lanterns," Ronin pointed out, shrugging against Remi. "What was your next idea, then? And if you spotaneously don't remember, we should probably go with the island." He winked. Of course he made a show of being elbowed in the ribs, acting as though it was some ridiculous act of abuse, only to straighten up and stretch, utterly fine.
Smiling in relief that he hadn't stepped on toes and rubbing at the back of his head, Ronin let out a long sigh at his husband's questions. "I think I've already made it clear that I will end up giving advice whether I mean to or not," he murmured, itching at the stubble on his chin. "I want to help you as much as I can. You are what I care about, not Torchline... but with that in mind, I know it would be more helpful if people knew who they could turn to, and why."
He spread his hands. "I don't want to lead again, Remi. But if you're head honcho, it doesn't seem like such a daunting prospect." So in his rambling way, he supposed he was saying that yes, he would want to help his husband in an official capacity.
Smiling in relief that he hadn't stepped on toes and rubbing at the back of his head, Ronin let out a long sigh at his husband's questions. "I think I've already made it clear that I will end up giving advice whether I mean to or not," he murmured, itching at the stubble on his chin. "I want to help you as much as I can. You are what I care about, not Torchline... but with that in mind, I know it would be more helpful if people knew who they could turn to, and why."
He spread his hands. "I don't want to lead again, Remi. But if you're head honcho, it doesn't seem like such a daunting prospect." So in his rambling way, he supposed he was saying that yes, he would want to help his husband in an official capacity.
