long shadows

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving "You think so? I was going to say it's the shirt. It's a very good choice of shirt," Ronin muses, giving his wine a gentle swirl in his hand; not that he knows shit about it, but he's seen Remi do it when they're taste-testing and it looks fancy and it won't matter if he splashes himself because he's wearing leather and no you shut up. "Listen, it's nice that I can have something to show off about. You with all your talons and all." Ronin grins, rubbing his fingers together to let the down fade away. Taking a sip of wine and reaching out to gently open one of the windows and let the sounds of the night drift in, Ronin does start to glow when he thinks of their son and all of the memories they can build with him. "Mm - it's why I think he stayed at school, to be honest. It's a routine for him. Maybe we should work on building one for him here - might do us all some good. And hey, he's having friends around for dinner now at least." That's normal, right? Right? "I do say." Ronin chuckles, one of his fingers singing around the rim of his glass now. "I must have missed the manticore thing though. I hope you taught this young hunter the error of his ways." The youth might even still be alive, with any luck. With a suddenly pensive gaze into his drink, Ronin chews over his next words before saying them. "Would you help me?" he asks. "To get to grips properly with this dragon inside me? I've been keeping a handle on it as best I can, but I know I'm at risk of losing control. And I can't have that."