RONIN
the dark star
With his son snuggled in one arm and the other tucked around his husband, Ronin is suddenly the definition of content, and he busies himself in kissing the other man's cheek and nibbling annoyingly at his ear even as the levitating pencil continues it's business. "Oooh, careful now. I don't know what rank I hold in the Dragoons just yet," he whispers with a grin. He lets the pencil go without a fuss, conjuring another (this one is a dark blue colour, for contrast) and watching the sketches Remi adds.
"Yes, that's my understanding of it," he says with a nod. "Where I am, there's no... stronghold, if you like. The city is the city. The assets are the Dragoons themselves. I'm there to prepare them, I think, for deployment to somewhere like the place you're setting up." Of course, that's easier done when Ronin is used to being a soldier again himself - hence his current state of affairs.
Watching the additions as they come to life, Ronin's pencil adds further flourishes - small hide-outs in the trees themselves, rope ladders to connect them and other such things. "Mm, you've got it," he says with a smile, giving him a gentle squeeze. "All these years putting up with me have made you a soldier after all."
"Yes, that's my understanding of it," he says with a nod. "Where I am, there's no... stronghold, if you like. The city is the city. The assets are the Dragoons themselves. I'm there to prepare them, I think, for deployment to somewhere like the place you're setting up." Of course, that's easier done when Ronin is used to being a soldier again himself - hence his current state of affairs.
Watching the additions as they come to life, Ronin's pencil adds further flourishes - small hide-outs in the trees themselves, rope ladders to connect them and other such things. "Mm, you've got it," he says with a smile, giving him a gentle squeeze. "All these years putting up with me have made you a soldier after all."
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
