RONIN
the white knight
light is easy to love.
Ronin had cried until he'd run out of tears to shed, and it's only that he knows Safrin will arrive that prevents him from taking out his feelings on the lighthouse around him. It feels simultaneously like years and seconds since he'd knelt down before the shrine, Seren wrapped in the coat he'd been wearing, still and pale and perfect as if she might awaken at any moment. And he'd stayed, not eating, not sleeping, barely letting water pass his lips, for the moment when the goddess would appear.
And when she does, the Knight lets her light burn his eyes, lets her whole presence burn right through him, and he shifts back on his knees to allow her the space to gather up her daughter in her arms. "There's really nothing we can do?" His voice is a rough thing, unused to being used, and when he glances up towards mother and child it feels as if his chest might cave in all over again. Despite knowing otherwise, he'd thought, perhaps desperately, that Safrin's light and warmth would be enough to reverse even this. "...I'm sorry. I couldn't-- I tried--"
And when she does, the Knight lets her light burn his eyes, lets her whole presence burn right through him, and he shifts back on his knees to allow her the space to gather up her daughter in her arms. "There's really nothing we can do?" His voice is a rough thing, unused to being used, and when he glances up towards mother and child it feels as if his chest might cave in all over again. Despite knowing otherwise, he'd thought, perhaps desperately, that Safrin's light and warmth would be enough to reverse even this. "...I'm sorry. I couldn't-- I tried--"
show me your darkness.
