gratuitous violence; unnecessary, satisfying, heartbreaking
Clenching his jaw hard enough to make his teeth creak, of course Ronin would agree, and he knows Safrin knows it. With fists clenched hard enough to leave small crescents in his palms, he squares his shoulders against what will surely be considered the swan-song of his life. One last burst of effort, a boost to get Seren airborne and let her take flight, before he fades to nothing.
It's how it should be. He agrees. It's done.
And so, with his gaze fixed on the clouds below them, Ronin doesn't notice the God of Life's appearance - and how embarrassing, when he realises - until Safrin's name hits the air. Visibly flinching, as if struck by something that goes beyond sight and sound, the Nova has been in Vi's presence only once before, and back then he had been among others.
Here and now, between herald and deity... gods, he has never felt so small.
Wisely, perhaps, biting his tongue, he isn't sure where to look or how to proceed, feeling as if he's witness to something he really ought not to be seeing.
It's how it should be. He agrees. It's done.
And so, with his gaze fixed on the clouds below them, Ronin doesn't notice the God of Life's appearance - and how embarrassing, when he realises - until Safrin's name hits the air. Visibly flinching, as if struck by something that goes beyond sight and sound, the Nova has been in Vi's presence only once before, and back then he had been among others.
Here and now, between herald and deity... gods, he has never felt so small.
Wisely, perhaps, biting his tongue, he isn't sure where to look or how to proceed, feeling as if he's witness to something he really ought not to be seeing.
RONIN
