RONIN
Oh, he brings a lot of wine. He’s even polite and brings glasses, because they have a guest and he and Remi chugging from the bottle is reserved for nights where it’s just the two of them and whatever ridiculous project they’re embarking on. Pouring them all a glass and setting everything on the small table before the couch, Ronin sinks down on Amalia’s other side. He slouches against the soft cushions, reaching out to carefully tuck a lock of escaped hair behind her ear, smiling to Remi.
”Even when you walk under starlight, death is still sometimes the price. It’s a circle, not a line, the way things go.” It’s the best way he knows how to say it. ”And besides, from experience - when I have fucked up, it usually doesn’t take long for the hammer to come down. But perhaps Vi is a little more patient than Safrin.”
”Even when you walk under starlight, death is still sometimes the price. It’s a circle, not a line, the way things go.” It’s the best way he knows how to say it. ”And besides, from experience - when I have fucked up, it usually doesn’t take long for the hammer to come down. But perhaps Vi is a little more patient than Safrin.”
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
