an eye for an eye; a tooth for a tooth
a knife for the ribs
a knife for the ribs
He hears it, the broadcast, just as he steps from the sand onto the boardwalk, Ronin halting on the very edges of Haulani with the setting sun at his back, its last rays bleeding out into the sky and across the water. With brows furrowed, the Knight considers this as the latest in a long line of fuck yous by the Family, and though the season where he might have reacted in a way that some would consider reckless (and they would be right to judge it thus) is over, he still feels the first crackles of fury heat through his blood.
Good for keeping him warm he supposes, his jaw set tight as he considers the colourful buildings sprawling ahead, the sea breeze tousling his hair. Shoving his hands in his pockets where they can ball into fists as they please, his trajectory into Haulani - where he'd been planning to go and pick up dinner to surprise his husband - has been completely forgotten.
Instead he turns his gaze skyward, to the area in the distance where the stars blot out if one squints in just the right way; the distant region of Stormbreak hovering high overhead. He might reach it in an hour or two if he flies as if hell itself is on his heels. He might head straight for the Tower as the force to bring it down rather than defend it, as he had done once upon a time.
Swallowing hard, he tears his eyes back towards the world around him. A nice fantasy. But reckless.
Good for keeping him warm he supposes, his jaw set tight as he considers the colourful buildings sprawling ahead, the sea breeze tousling his hair. Shoving his hands in his pockets where they can ball into fists as they please, his trajectory into Haulani - where he'd been planning to go and pick up dinner to surprise his husband - has been completely forgotten.
Instead he turns his gaze skyward, to the area in the distance where the stars blot out if one squints in just the right way; the distant region of Stormbreak hovering high overhead. He might reach it in an hour or two if he flies as if hell itself is on his heels. He might head straight for the Tower as the force to bring it down rather than defend it, as he had done once upon a time.
Swallowing hard, he tears his eyes back towards the world around him. A nice fantasy. But reckless.
RONIN
