even my darkness shines for you
"Dismissed her," Ronin repeats, his fingers wiggling as if to replicate the spray of starlight Safrin had disappeared into. "Literally. Mid-argument." And he can let out a breathless laugh about it now, not because it's funny, but because at the time he really hadn't been equipped to react to the sight of a herald being scolded. "Vi did warn me, though, not to get tangled back up in any of her games." At this stage, he doesn't even feel as though he'd want to risk being in her presence.
Wrinkling his nose - because it doesn't take much for Ronin to feel like the worst dad ever and they both know it - the Knight risks a sip of his own tea and nods, at last, in agreement. "You're right," he murmurs, turning his head to press a kiss to Remi's temple. "I was on borrowed time, and the hourglass was running low. We both knew it." Another kiss, before he holds out the hand not stretched across the back of the Bastion's chair. "But look."
Where once a softly golden spray of constellations had marked the skin of his forearm, the Knight's flesh is free of Safrin's shackles at last.
Wrinkling his nose - because it doesn't take much for Ronin to feel like the worst dad ever and they both know it - the Knight risks a sip of his own tea and nods, at last, in agreement. "You're right," he murmurs, turning his head to press a kiss to Remi's temple. "I was on borrowed time, and the hourglass was running low. We both knew it." Another kiss, before he holds out the hand not stretched across the back of the Bastion's chair. "But look."
Where once a softly golden spray of constellations had marked the skin of his forearm, the Knight's flesh is free of Safrin's shackles at last.
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