RONIN
Ronin tilts his head at the bottle, watching the liquid slosh within, nearly black in the moonlight. As Remi speaks, the Star's smile grows and he turns his head to deliver a gentle kiss against his curls. "Of course I remember," he murmurs, his free hand slipping down to cover Remi's, pressing the other man's hand against his side. "Shortly after, I got stabbed right here, and you had to help me walk." With another kiss, Ronin chuckles and draws back. "That was our first date, if you think about it."
He scoffs out another laugh, peering down over the lip of the roof as if a rogue pumpkin might appear at any moment. "Perhaps he was the one who let them in. Maybe he's planning the biggest pumpkin pie Stormbreak has ever seen," he suggests. All around them, the world continues to rustle, impatient in a way that isn't remotely visible.
"Nights like these always remind me of being out on patrol with the Storm Guards. We used to walk the Wall, and tell each other horror stories to keep each other awake." Or to lay the groundwork to play pranks. Either or.
He scoffs out another laugh, peering down over the lip of the roof as if a rogue pumpkin might appear at any moment. "Perhaps he was the one who let them in. Maybe he's planning the biggest pumpkin pie Stormbreak has ever seen," he suggests. All around them, the world continues to rustle, impatient in a way that isn't remotely visible.
"Nights like these always remind me of being out on patrol with the Storm Guards. We used to walk the Wall, and tell each other horror stories to keep each other awake." Or to lay the groundwork to play pranks. Either or.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
