little white lies

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving "No, I'm really not," Ronin says of his already being married, and he pulls a face at his own words as if to tell himself to get a grip, that enough was enough. Hissing out a breath that clouds the air before them, he lets out a helpless laugh and covers his face with gloved hands. Around them the snow is softly falling now, settling in his dark mop of hair and on the lapels of his coat. "Yep. Drunk as a skunk." His voice comes out muffled but the lie is still audible, only for the Star to groan his annoyance and turn away from Sera. There's a moment of insanity wherein the Artificer will witness a demigod of Safrin slap himself hard across the face - and it really is hard, considering the hand delivering the blow. "My name is Ronin Taliesin and I am married!" he all but shouts across the bridge, earning quite a few wonderful looks from passers-by. Blushing furiously but feeling infinitely better for belting out a truth, Ronin lets out a long, long sigh.