RONIN
"A what?" Ronin tilts his head, not having had the occasion to see one of those in Sunjata's dream. "Sounds like a cool sword." Remi leans in closer and Ronin all but melts around him, smelling of pumpkin and marmalade and wine. Closing his eyes for a moment, he leans a cheek against the soft mess of Remi's curls, breathing him in and letting it ground him further. He should have just done this when he woke up, he realises. But here they are.
Humming out something non-commital to hear that Hotaru is no longer welcome in Torchline, he blinks open his eyes again to tilt his head at Remi, offering him a gentle smile. "No, he wasn't." He shrugs. "When you carry enough weight on your shoulders, it changes you. Were we always this way?" he asks, knowing well what the answer is. They are not the men they once were. Neither is Sunjata.
"Maybe it's a Governor trend, though. Tell me again why Loren was banned from Torchline while you were in charge?" He nudges him playfully.
Humming out something non-commital to hear that Hotaru is no longer welcome in Torchline, he blinks open his eyes again to tilt his head at Remi, offering him a gentle smile. "No, he wasn't." He shrugs. "When you carry enough weight on your shoulders, it changes you. Were we always this way?" he asks, knowing well what the answer is. They are not the men they once were. Neither is Sunjata.
"Maybe it's a Governor trend, though. Tell me again why Loren was banned from Torchline while you were in charge?" He nudges him playfully.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
