RONIN
the darkstar
It isn't often that anyone would see Safrin's demigod leaving an offering for Ludo, of all deities. (And by not often it's rarer than a blue moon, in fact). But here we are this afternoon; Ronin appoaches the shrine at the docks with a basket of sweet pastries and a stuffed plush cat for the trickster god, setting both down carefully and touching the statue with reverent fingers.
It's inching towards evening, fingers of pink beginning to work through the sky, and the high tide sets the water to slapping against the pier. Ronin has his reasons for being here, of course, namely his husband - because for all Ludo has and hasn't done for Remi, ultimately it proved to be the key in the Bastion's ascent to Mort's side. And the Nova will never stop being grateful for that.
And so, sinking down and letting one bare foot dangle in the water, Ronin sits in quiet company of the shrine, happy to reflect in silence for a while.
It's inching towards evening, fingers of pink beginning to work through the sky, and the high tide sets the water to slapping against the pier. Ronin has his reasons for being here, of course, namely his husband - because for all Ludo has and hasn't done for Remi, ultimately it proved to be the key in the Bastion's ascent to Mort's side. And the Nova will never stop being grateful for that.
And so, sinking down and letting one bare foot dangle in the water, Ronin sits in quiet company of the shrine, happy to reflect in silence for a while.
