RONIN
”I will take that as a compliment,” Ronin informs Amalia about the state of himself and the house. It is a very lived in place, is the Taliesin household. Spend five minutes there, find out why. He helps her out of her coat, hanging it up on a stand next to the door, ushering her inside and smiling across at Remi. Clicking the door shut, Ronin catches Amalia’s expression drop, reaching out to brush a thumb across her cheek. ”Nah, you’re not,” he says of her being fine, leaning in to kiss her hair. ”But that’s okay.”
Over Remi’s shoulder, Sugar peeps her head, glaring at the newcomers whilst also surreptitiously trying to dunk her tail in the whiskey-sugar mix. Snickering as he watches this, Ronin beams at his husband. ”I didn’t disappear. I was recruiting for our efforts. And look! I was successful!” He gestures to Amalia, winking at the Shield and stepping away from her to move and nuzzle his face against Remi’s, streaking pancake batter across him as well so they matched.
Over Remi’s shoulder, Sugar peeps her head, glaring at the newcomers whilst also surreptitiously trying to dunk her tail in the whiskey-sugar mix. Snickering as he watches this, Ronin beams at his husband. ”I didn’t disappear. I was recruiting for our efforts. And look! I was successful!” He gestures to Amalia, winking at the Shield and stepping away from her to move and nuzzle his face against Remi’s, streaking pancake batter across him as well so they matched.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
