RONIN
THE WHITE KNIGHT
As it always does, Vi's presence fills Ronin with the most curious, turbulent sense of calm, as if all of his bones have been hit with a tuning fork. His eyes close for a moment to centre himself, to properly focus on his god's words, though his smile doesn't fade to hear that Noah is able to focus on himself again. After years of loss and stress and conflict, he knows the other man deserves it.
Only as he senses Vi move closer does Ronin lift his head, watching the axe rise effortlessly into the air before the God of Life. He marks the subtle changes in it the moment Vi's grip finds the hilt, and he nods firmly. "I will," he vows, rising smoothly to his feet and accepting the weapon with both hands. "Thank you. I'll put it to the best use I can."
Turning the axe over in his hands as if testing his grip on it, Ronin will linger at the shrine long after Vi departs, listening to the call of the seabirds and the rich crash of the waves as they reach the shore.
~FIN
Only as he senses Vi move closer does Ronin lift his head, watching the axe rise effortlessly into the air before the God of Life. He marks the subtle changes in it the moment Vi's grip finds the hilt, and he nods firmly. "I will," he vows, rising smoothly to his feet and accepting the weapon with both hands. "Thank you. I'll put it to the best use I can."
Turning the axe over in his hands as if testing his grip on it, Ronin will linger at the shrine long after Vi departs, listening to the call of the seabirds and the rich crash of the waves as they reach the shore.
~FIN
now don’t you lose hope
I swear I never dream that we’re alone
I swear I still believe but I don’t know
