RONIN
Remi's serious facade only has a shit-eating grin spreading across Ronin's face, and he takes a very healthy swig of wine before offering the bottle out to his husband and grabbing another cookie. Cheese is for later. "We don't kiss and tell in the Storm Guards," he informs the other man, straightening up a fraction as if possessing even a hint of his old authority. It's a filthy lie, of course - he'd kiss Remi and tell everyone, soldier or no soldier.
"Oh, go on then," he grumbles around his cookie. "I'll have to ask Vai to tell me her best bedtime story, next time we visit." But he nonetheless settles in, preparing to be horrified and wowed by Remi's tale of terror.
And it is pretty haunting - the wrinkling of Ronin's nose says that much - but his spine remains untingled. "I guess that's only unfortunate for people who are rude," he says airily. "Everyone knows you show respect to a huge, marching group of soldiers."
"Oh, go on then," he grumbles around his cookie. "I'll have to ask Vai to tell me her best bedtime story, next time we visit." But he nonetheless settles in, preparing to be horrified and wowed by Remi's tale of terror.
And it is pretty haunting - the wrinkling of Ronin's nose says that much - but his spine remains untingled. "I guess that's only unfortunate for people who are rude," he says airily. "Everyone knows you show respect to a huge, marching group of soldiers."
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
