the things we hold are always the first to go
"Pff, absolutely not. Unless you really couldn't live without a big and grand celebration. Only then I might make an exception." Ronin had attended enough pompous weddings in his time in Northwind and Northaven both. By far his favourite had been the humble affair between Ashetta and Alistair... though his heart gave a painful tug at the thought of how that had ended. And at the fact that he just couldn't pin Ashe down.
He smiled warmly, having no intention of flopping to lie back down, his fingers drifting from Remi's cheek so he could rest his hand on the alchemist's chest. "I don't want to wait," he said, his tone sure. "She wouldn't want us to wait, you know that. And the last time I chose to wait, look what happened. No - you are right. Before the snows come."
He smiled warmly, having no intention of flopping to lie back down, his fingers drifting from Remi's cheek so he could rest his hand on the alchemist's chest. "I don't want to wait," he said, his tone sure. "She wouldn't want us to wait, you know that. And the last time I chose to wait, look what happened. No - you are right. Before the snows come."
