there is always hope
Nervous? With a toddler? Please.
Remi's outfit was probably the only thing Ronin had contributed towards in this whole affair, and it was precisely because it was his right to perv on the alchemist tonight (and for all the nights after this one).
He arrived just as the sun was beginning to set with his daughter on his hip, his steps slow and leisurely, his attention all for Aoife. Her halo of dark curls bounced as they walked, and she waved about the bouquet arranged by Phoebe and the others like it was a club magic wand.
Nodding attentively to her as she cooed over her dress and the dusky fur trim on his armour, Ronin smiled and agreed and murmured replies where appropriate. Only when she exclaimed an excitable "Da!" (a word she had very recently learned and one that he delighted in hearing) and pointed at their surroundings did he glance up, blue eyes reflecting the lights and baubles overhead.
Then his gaze found Remi and a smile spread across his face, the hunter setting down a wiggling Aoife so she could run (read: clumsily waddle) over to see him. Their daughter walked and talked now. They were doomed, and he was ecstatic.
Remi's outfit was probably the only thing Ronin had contributed towards in this whole affair, and it was precisely because it was his right to perv on the alchemist tonight (and for all the nights after this one).
He arrived just as the sun was beginning to set with his daughter on his hip, his steps slow and leisurely, his attention all for Aoife. Her halo of dark curls bounced as they walked, and she waved about the bouquet arranged by Phoebe and the others like it was a club magic wand.
Nodding attentively to her as she cooed over her dress and the dusky fur trim on his armour, Ronin smiled and agreed and murmured replies where appropriate. Only when she exclaimed an excitable "Da!" (a word she had very recently learned and one that he delighted in hearing) and pointed at their surroundings did he glance up, blue eyes reflecting the lights and baubles overhead.
Then his gaze found Remi and a smile spread across his face, the hunter setting down a wiggling Aoife so she could run (read: clumsily waddle) over to see him. Their daughter walked and talked now. They were doomed, and he was ecstatic.
