there is always hope
"You and me both. So as far as my sudden starlight is concerned, what I just said is gospel, okay?" Ronin winked at Remi, seeming absurdly proud of his glowy parlour trick - it had been so long since he'd seen it himself, after all. Raising an eyebrow at the explanation - to make the wine more wintery - Ronin gave the other man an honest shrug. As far as he was concerned what Remi did to brew his teas and wines was a magic all of its very own. He was more interested in the tasting, personally.
"Winey," he repeated, choosing not to comment on his politeness, lest it invite a 'rude' spell from the blight within him. "Then again, Remi, my senses are ruined lately. It probably tastes perfect." Even if the other man didn't think so.
Sipping again at his drink, soon enough the small glass was empty and Ronin was offering it back through the bars for more. "Go on then. Cake and wine and games. It must be my birthday or something."
"Winey," he repeated, choosing not to comment on his politeness, lest it invite a 'rude' spell from the blight within him. "Then again, Remi, my senses are ruined lately. It probably tastes perfect." Even if the other man didn't think so.
Sipping again at his drink, soon enough the small glass was empty and Ronin was offering it back through the bars for more. "Go on then. Cake and wine and games. It must be my birthday or something."
