no grave can hold my body down
Wanting to break and sob against Remi, Ronin manages composure only through a few uncertain gulps of air, his arms tangling around his husband without care for where makes the most sense. With a fistful of feathers and his forehead pressed firmly against the other man's shoulder, a shuddering sigh of relief racks through his body to hear that, at least, out of all of this, their son is still safe.
Only Remi continues speaking, and at the mere indication that Safrin would touch the Lullaby for speaking the truth, let alone that Ludo would prevent her from killing him, the first white hot bolt of fury spears its way through. "How dare she," he whispers, like a child who once looked up at the sky with hope and wonder, only to find as an adult that most of the stars have already burned out.
"I'll speak to Ludo myself. I'll go to whoever it takes." Rae, Mort, Vi, Dygra - Ronin would have called on the Voice if she'd still been present. "Remi, I'm so sorry."
Only Remi continues speaking, and at the mere indication that Safrin would touch the Lullaby for speaking the truth, let alone that Ludo would prevent her from killing him, the first white hot bolt of fury spears its way through. "How dare she," he whispers, like a child who once looked up at the sky with hope and wonder, only to find as an adult that most of the stars have already burned out.
"I'll speak to Ludo myself. I'll go to whoever it takes." Rae, Mort, Vi, Dygra - Ronin would have called on the Voice if she'd still been present. "Remi, I'm so sorry."
