RONIN
the darkstar
Ronin is remaining level-headed - it's his usual state, not that Cian would know that well, though even he glances up sharply at the display of temper that comes rolling across the room like thunder from the Eye. Amalia leaves, and the Star is on his feet about to follow her when the tail end of Cian's proposition reaches him. Ronin ends up halting near the door - for as much as he cares for his friend, suddenly this is about Remi as well. And there's no contest, truly.
"Absolutely not." He can't stop the words from blurting out as he turns to face Cian again, his brows knit into a frown. "That isn't just a demigod you're talking about out there, it's my husband. If you plan to provoke any kind of confrontation, I'd like to be involved." And there's a very high likelihood of Remi knowing about it beforehand.
"Absolutely not." He can't stop the words from blurting out as he turns to face Cian again, his brows knit into a frown. "That isn't just a demigod you're talking about out there, it's my husband. If you plan to provoke any kind of confrontation, I'd like to be involved." And there's a very high likelihood of Remi knowing about it beforehand.
