RONIN
Remi has told Ronin about his spat with Amalia on the beach. He’s also told him that the Shield might well be coming to live stay with them. So while the events of the last week are unknown to him - the demigodhood, the death, the fire - he’s aware that his friend is not feeling particularly sunny.
Still, that doesn’t mean Ronin is going to tone himself down even a small bit. Whilst Amalia stands tall and proud under the weight of her new responsibility, Ronin answers the door in pants that are covered in flour with pancake batter smeared across his cheek. He wears no shoes and the right shoulder of his t-shirt has been shredded to fuck from an enthusiastic dragon trying to fight with him over food.
”Ama,” he says warmly, stepping out into the downpour with starlight radiating from his form, reaching out to wrap her up in a hug that dwarfs her form, squashes Jyoti and gets her covered in flour too. ”Come on in. I was just cleaning up.”
Still, that doesn’t mean Ronin is going to tone himself down even a small bit. Whilst Amalia stands tall and proud under the weight of her new responsibility, Ronin answers the door in pants that are covered in flour with pancake batter smeared across his cheek. He wears no shoes and the right shoulder of his t-shirt has been shredded to fuck from an enthusiastic dragon trying to fight with him over food.
”Ama,” he says warmly, stepping out into the downpour with starlight radiating from his form, reaching out to wrap her up in a hug that dwarfs her form, squashes Jyoti and gets her covered in flour too. ”Come on in. I was just cleaning up.”
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
