I swear I still believe but I don't know
It doesn't even hurt that much. That's the worst fucking part.
If he'd been beaten beyond his ability to fight, or had his arm hacked off, or been sent to some void realm where he could do nothing about the theft of the rapier, that would have been one thing. But to get up with a few cracked ribs and an empty hand?
Ronin can barely stand himself, let alone put himself around other people.
But it isn't just about him, and he needs to spread the word about the weapon he's just handed to the Family.
When he calls for Remi - and he does, eventually - the Bastion will undoubtedly have realised already that something is wrong from the spike in the Knight's heartbeat against his finger. His pulse still thunders now, even after he'd limped to the Tramezzino, poured a large drink of waterfall gin from one of their stashes, and sat himself down on the overgrown step.
His husband will arrive dragged via the Rescue magic they share to see Ronin and his empty glass, blood still flecked across his stubbled jaw, his hands busily working on a sketch of Pierce in as much painstaking detail as he can remember. He might be useless in a fight nowadays, but his mind still works, at least.
If he'd been beaten beyond his ability to fight, or had his arm hacked off, or been sent to some void realm where he could do nothing about the theft of the rapier, that would have been one thing. But to get up with a few cracked ribs and an empty hand?
Ronin can barely stand himself, let alone put himself around other people.
But it isn't just about him, and he needs to spread the word about the weapon he's just handed to the Family.
When he calls for Remi - and he does, eventually - the Bastion will undoubtedly have realised already that something is wrong from the spike in the Knight's heartbeat against his finger. His pulse still thunders now, even after he'd limped to the Tramezzino, poured a large drink of waterfall gin from one of their stashes, and sat himself down on the overgrown step.
His husband will arrive dragged via the Rescue magic they share to see Ronin and his empty glass, blood still flecked across his stubbled jaw, his hands busily working on a sketch of Pierce in as much painstaking detail as he can remember. He might be useless in a fight nowadays, but his mind still works, at least.
the white knight
