RONIN
Remi would never act this way, not in all the time we've been apart. And therein the line is drawn, there the moonlight grows cold and unfeeling, and he and Safrin stand on their opposing sides. Still the Nova swallows back the tightness in his throat as his goddess reaches out to shake his hand - and gods, he almost wishes she had slapped him instead.
"I hope you find what you are looking for in Hadama," he says, trying and failing to hide the seething envy in his words.
Stepping back from Safrin, Ronin extinguishes each of the candles he had lit with the same painstaking care he'd taken when setting them up. He packs away his plans and gestures, folds the towels and the silk robe, empties the small bowls of fragrant oil.
And then he goes.
~FIN
"I hope you find what you are looking for in Hadama," he says, trying and failing to hide the seething envy in his words.
Stepping back from Safrin, Ronin extinguishes each of the candles he had lit with the same painstaking care he'd taken when setting them up. He packs away his plans and gestures, folds the towels and the silk robe, empties the small bowls of fragrant oil.
And then he goes.
~FIN
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
