RONIN
Ronin doesn’t need to respond to Amalia’s question, or to Remi’s answer; he meets his lover’s eyes over the crown of the Shield’s hair, offering a soft smile that understands everything from one simple no. Swallowing hard, he lets out a long sigh and rubs at his forehead, trying to force his mind away from grief so he can properly focus on their friend. ”She has a funny way of showing it sometimes,” he says through a gruff laugh, speaking obviously about Safrin.
Still, he rests a hand on her shoulder, giving it a squeeze. ”What if he never does?” he echoes, smiling warmly. ”It doesn’t make you any less who you are. You’ve only spoken to him twice in person, right? We all make mistakes. Just keep doing what you’ve always been doing.”
Still, he rests a hand on her shoulder, giving it a squeeze. ”What if he never does?” he echoes, smiling warmly. ”It doesn’t make you any less who you are. You’ve only spoken to him twice in person, right? We all make mistakes. Just keep doing what you’ve always been doing.”
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
