Ronin Taliesin
but they haven't seen the best of me
Ronin blinks his eyes open and smiles down at the suit, taking a moment to fuss over the tie, though he does unfasten the arrangement of colourful whatever from his lapel, tossing it over his shoulder into the darkness. ”Thank you very much. This is much more like it.” He gives a polite little bow of gratitude, as a baron does, and releases Remi’s hand so he can lean down to collect a small box where he’s placed it next to the door (his underwear might be many things, but it doesn’t have pockets for much more than his dick, regrettably).
”This? Oh, it’s from the night before my brother left for the Wall,” he explains. ”My family held a grand dinner party for it. I was thoroughly hungover, and I came as my own date. Personally, I think I’ll do the suit more justice this time around.” He winks, slipping open the box to show Remi his gift. Well, a pair of gifts really - one for each of them.
Ronin’s is a lapel pin of copper and rose gold shaped into a hawk’s feather. Remi’s, of course, is a silver affair formed into stag’s antlers. Is the Star blushing? That’s his business.
”This? Oh, it’s from the night before my brother left for the Wall,” he explains. ”My family held a grand dinner party for it. I was thoroughly hungover, and I came as my own date. Personally, I think I’ll do the suit more justice this time around.” He winks, slipping open the box to show Remi his gift. Well, a pair of gifts really - one for each of them.
Ronin’s is a lapel pin of copper and rose gold shaped into a hawk’s feather. Remi’s, of course, is a silver affair formed into stag’s antlers. Is the Star blushing? That’s his business.
