endgame

Don't be like that? That might be nice, sure. Maybe it would have even been possible if it had been anyone else in his doorway. But after everything, unfortunately Ronin wasn't willing to handwave a Launceleyn in his home, even one that had been his friend once. "Oh, happy Ronin will be right back as soon as you leave," he assured her, unwilling or unable to put up that sort of mask in her presence. "Is there something you need? Some report I didn't fill in? Remi isn't home, so unfortunately he's not available to make anything further for the crown right now." He raised a sharp brow, gazing at her expectantly. RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.