RONIN
the darkstar
Forgiveness comes instantly, Ronin leaning in to kiss Remi’s curls and hold him close, as if to tell him not to worry too much about it. There are more important things, after all, and he glances up at Amalia when she finally meets his gaze, his blue eyes softening. ”You’re important to me too,” he tells her. ”You haven’t ruined anything, I think that’s pretty obvious. Don’t you?” From the way the Taliesins still stand before her, welcoming and warm, Amalia clearly hasn’t stepped on any toes.
Her attempt to change the subject is such a clear thing that Ronin almost wants to roll his eyes, and he kisses Remi again only to unwind himself from around the alchemist. ”If it doesn’t happen again, that’s fine. And if it does? That’s okay too.” He moves over to her and, if he isn’t pushed away, he’ll wrap his arms around her in a hug. ”You think too much,” he says affectionately.
Her attempt to change the subject is such a clear thing that Ronin almost wants to roll his eyes, and he kisses Remi again only to unwind himself from around the alchemist. ”If it doesn’t happen again, that’s fine. And if it does? That’s okay too.” He moves over to her and, if he isn’t pushed away, he’ll wrap his arms around her in a hug. ”You think too much,” he says affectionately.
