RONIN
the white knight
Ronin hiccups in a breath as the world beside him parts to welcome his husband into the space, and he nearly chokes on his next gulp of liquor as a result. Swallowing it down alongside the burn, he sets the bottle, wobbling, onto the rail, and is already reaching out for the Bastion as he feels him turn in towards him. The Knight’s feelings are a tangled, whiskey soaked mess of elation and horror, as if anything good that might have come from the past few hours has been drowned in the scarlet tide of Flora’s blood.
”She’s safe now,” he mumbles, the words slurring together and sounding like a mantra he’s had to repeat to himself more than once since arriving back in Torchline. Turning fully now towards Remi, an act that has him slouching into the railing and the bottle toppling away into the open air, his arms wind almost desperately around the other man, needing him apologetically and desperately close.
”I hate this,” he confesses, as if to cement the fact that this does feel fucking terrible. ”I should feel good, right? But I just… I don’t wanna hear her scream like that ever again, Remi.”
”She’s safe now,” he mumbles, the words slurring together and sounding like a mantra he’s had to repeat to himself more than once since arriving back in Torchline. Turning fully now towards Remi, an act that has him slouching into the railing and the bottle toppling away into the open air, his arms wind almost desperately around the other man, needing him apologetically and desperately close.
”I hate this,” he confesses, as if to cement the fact that this does feel fucking terrible. ”I should feel good, right? But I just… I don’t wanna hear her scream like that ever again, Remi.”
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
