and on to the glory at my right hand
Everything seems to happen too slowly and too quickly at once, and Ronin barely has the sense to step back and crouch on Safrin’s other side before Artemide is melting into her flesh, before she’s gasping weakly into the dark. What happened, he wants to add, or Is there anything we can do?, the Nova biting back the words lest he accidentally flood his goddess with too many questions.
Swallowing hard and glancing up towards Deimos, Ronin resists the urge to reach out and touch Safrin, worried that he might harm her by doing so. But then again, with the way Artemide had managed to breathe life into the goddess, perhaps there is something he can do. ”Take from me as well, if you need,” he whispers; she’d breathed life and starlight into him once upon a time, after all.
”Do you think there’s a way we could reach Vi?” This is whispered to the Sword, because gods if this isn’t beyond either of their power to fix.
Swallowing hard and glancing up towards Deimos, Ronin resists the urge to reach out and touch Safrin, worried that he might harm her by doing so. But then again, with the way Artemide had managed to breathe life into the goddess, perhaps there is something he can do. ”Take from me as well, if you need,” he whispers; she’d breathed life and starlight into him once upon a time, after all.
”Do you think there’s a way we could reach Vi?” This is whispered to the Sword, because gods if this isn’t beyond either of their power to fix.
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