Ronin Taliesin
but they haven't seen the best of me
Ronin isn't quite so sure about that, but given how there isn't a visual to look at, whatever. And he's not complaining, either, about Remi's spoils, humming a note of contentment into the kiss and simultaneously scrunching up the parchment to toss the game out into the forest for it to also become a nest for the birds. Drawing back, he doesn't quite expect things to go as easily as that, and his smile is equally as sweet as they agree to more games of noughts and crosses, and to Ronin fighting a monster.
Indeed, he lets out a deep sigh and flops back onto the picnic blanket, somehow without managing to spill a drop of wine, a grin spreading across his face. "That will be the best part," he says of his husband showering him and relaxing him. "Mmm... I'll probably give the Order a week's notice before I head out," he says. "Then it's off to murder a beast, I guess."
Indeed, he lets out a deep sigh and flops back onto the picnic blanket, somehow without managing to spill a drop of wine, a grin spreading across his face. "That will be the best part," he says of his husband showering him and relaxing him. "Mmm... I'll probably give the Order a week's notice before I head out," he says. "Then it's off to murder a beast, I guess."
