Ronin Taliesin
but they haven't seen the best of me
Ronin tiptoes his way to bed, having had to climb in through the window. Timelines being what they are, Remi is not yet in the Greatwood and Maeve is not yet a guest in their house. No, all is quiet as the night proceeds towards the dawn, and the Star creeps into the bedroom he shares with his husband, peels off his clothes, and slips beneath the blankets.
"Mm, sorry I'm late. The meeting with Safrin took a weird turn." he murmurs. He might be excited and he might have news, but it can absolutely wait until the morning if Remi is fast asleep. Either way, Ronin is not going to complain about the fact that he can once again wind his arms around the Lullaby and draw him back against his chest. If every night ended this way, he could die a happy man.
And so, not knowing if he'll receive a response, Ronin buries his nose in soft curls and lets himself relax bonelessly into the bed, shutting his eyes to enjoy the peace and the darkness.
"Mm, sorry I'm late. The meeting with Safrin took a weird turn." he murmurs. He might be excited and he might have news, but it can absolutely wait until the morning if Remi is fast asleep. Either way, Ronin is not going to complain about the fact that he can once again wind his arms around the Lullaby and draw him back against his chest. If every night ended this way, he could die a happy man.
And so, not knowing if he'll receive a response, Ronin buries his nose in soft curls and lets himself relax bonelessly into the bed, shutting his eyes to enjoy the peace and the darkness.
