I Got You, Babe

ronin A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets Almost as if he could feel her nerves, Ronin stood by calmly to wait for Vanya to shift and soar away above them. And when she finally did, a small smile curled at the corners of his lips, the ex-captain watching his lady circle and climb and spread her wings against the pale sun. He'd only really seen her shift that once, when she'd left to go back to the Siren's Call. But even then it had been from a distance - always from a distance - so to watch her dive with a grace that had his smile growing, to have the soft brush of feathers against his shoulder... he felt damned privileged. As she slipped in through one of the windows, Ronin stepped up to unlock the doors to the guildhall, heading inside just to see her feet touch to the floor. Wild. Vanya looked wild as the day he'd met her, stepping up and out of the ocean while he painted on the rocks. The sight of her had him caught for a second, before he flashed her a charming grin and stepped up to lace his arms around her, leaning in to press warm lips to hers. "You look like you enjoyed yourself," he murmured against her, stepping back only to take her hands and turn her to face the guildhall. They stood in the large ground floor, which was clean and dry and scattered with tables and chairs. Along one wall, Ronin had nailed up a large notice board - presumably for a map. Along the opposite wall, a sturdy staircase led to the second floor. "How would you feel," he asked, "if we lived here instead? Up there?" He nodded up the stairs.