you are terrifying and strange and beautiful
Ronin winces, too, at the mere thought of what sort of parents they've become; he doesn't like to think about it, honestly, because it's a deep and secret source of shame. Still, there's no getting away from the conversation, and so as the nimbus begins its lazy descent, he sits himself up to face Remi properly. "We have the luxury of time these days," he murmurs. "I feel like for the first time... maybe we could do better."
Should do better. But that's not to say they should necessarily go prying into Flora and Mateo's business all guns blazing (arguably because they all have a flair for the dramatic, and he doesn't want to throw gasoline on that bonfire waiting to happen). "At one point in the past, I'd say getting involved would look like inviting them both up here for dinner. And it would probably go horribly wrong."
Smirking, he reaches out to brush Remi's too long curls out of his face. "Maybe you could have a chat with Mateo, though. And maybe I could try to speak to Flora...?"
Should do better. But that's not to say they should necessarily go prying into Flora and Mateo's business all guns blazing (arguably because they all have a flair for the dramatic, and he doesn't want to throw gasoline on that bonfire waiting to happen). "At one point in the past, I'd say getting involved would look like inviting them both up here for dinner. And it would probably go horribly wrong."
Smirking, he reaches out to brush Remi's too long curls out of his face. "Maybe you could have a chat with Mateo, though. And maybe I could try to speak to Flora...?"
The huntsman
