RONIN
Ominous is probably a good word for it, Ronin glancing sharply to the edge of the rooftop - and whatever might be breaching the boundaries of his home and his family - before relaxing at the sight of the one person it's all for, at the end of the day. Offering a small smile and letting his shoulders relax, he tilts his head at the bundle, reaching for the cookies at the same time as Remi grabs the wine.
His eyes flick back up to the warrior constellation, however briefly, and a warmer smile blooms across his face to feel the press of lips to his temple. Reaching out, Ronin slips an arm around the Lullaby, drawing him close against his side. "So do I. All the better for keeping my arms around you," he agrees, lifting his chin towards the Plaza below them.
"I swear I can hear vampire gourds," he says offhandedly.
His eyes flick back up to the warrior constellation, however briefly, and a warmer smile blooms across his face to feel the press of lips to his temple. Reaching out, Ronin slips an arm around the Lullaby, drawing him close against his side. "So do I. All the better for keeping my arms around you," he agrees, lifting his chin towards the Plaza below them.
"I swear I can hear vampire gourds," he says offhandedly.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
