Ronin Taliesin
but they haven't seen the best of me
”I assure you, it is not lazy. It took a great deal of thought to make sure everything was just so,” Ronin murmurs - and it’s true, that although he has appeared in his underwear, it’s his best underwear, and he has shaved properly and combed his hair and trimmed his nails and all that other stuff. Yes, the sea breeze has made his hair look the same as it always does within moments, but whatever.
And as Remi takes his hand, the Star lifts it to deliver a soft kiss to the back of his palm, before his eyes obediently slip shut. Ronin is not so clumsy as to reimagine what he wore for their wedding - no, this is a first date, after all - and so his memories conjure a suit back from his Northaven days. It’s a vivid memory, likely because this was for an occasion of importance, but it’s the suit he wants. A rustic thing in precisely Remi’s sort of taste, with splashes of warmth and colour.
”I have a gift for you too, once I am dressed.”
And as Remi takes his hand, the Star lifts it to deliver a soft kiss to the back of his palm, before his eyes obediently slip shut. Ronin is not so clumsy as to reimagine what he wore for their wedding - no, this is a first date, after all - and so his memories conjure a suit back from his Northaven days. It’s a vivid memory, likely because this was for an occasion of importance, but it’s the suit he wants. A rustic thing in precisely Remi’s sort of taste, with splashes of warmth and colour.
”I have a gift for you too, once I am dressed.”
