Ronin Taliesin
but they haven't seen the best of me
"You're right, of course. Please accept my apology." Ronin slants a smile across to his husband, willing to play the part of the scolded young man on his first date, even if they both know it isn't true. Still, he raises their linked hands so he can press a kiss to the back of Remi's glove, as if to formally say sorry for his rudeness. Then they are talking about the old monster hunters' guild, and it's true that the look in Ronin's eyes is a bit wistful as he remembers.
"I don't know if I fit in just one box any more," he confesses with a sigh. "If anything, you and I have been mercenaries this past year, but..." Shaking his head, he leads them up onto the warm boards of the docks, planning for them to stroll from there into the streets of Haulani and, of course, to the Hanged Man.
Swinging their hands absently, he shrugs his shoulders. "Maybe once we've been on the road for a bit, I'll change my mind. But for now, I'm happy just being a wanderer with you."
"I don't know if I fit in just one box any more," he confesses with a sigh. "If anything, you and I have been mercenaries this past year, but..." Shaking his head, he leads them up onto the warm boards of the docks, planning for them to stroll from there into the streets of Haulani and, of course, to the Hanged Man.
Swinging their hands absently, he shrugs his shoulders. "Maybe once we've been on the road for a bit, I'll change my mind. But for now, I'm happy just being a wanderer with you."
