RONIN
the white knight
light is easy to love.
He feels the familiar tension on that tether that flows through all demigods like a dog sensing its owner about to give the leash a good yank. With just enough time to call out to Remi across Rae's Fingers, Ronin finds himself plunged into the dark between worlds, then spilled into further darkness. But this is colder, older almost. The blood in the air smells stale, the Knight's breath misting the air before him.
One, two.
He glances down at Zavien, illuminated poorly by a ring on his finger, brows drawing into a frown. Help her - he hears the core of the channelling echo in his mind, and instinct has him reaching for that delicate golden thread of magic, preparing to mend what had been so brutally broken here--
Three, four.
But there's no answer. No response from the soul at the other side, as if she'd been waiting for a ride that never came, and so decided to go home instead. "I'm sorry," he manages, unable to express the weight of the apology in so short a time. "It's too late, I'm sorry--"
Five, six.
The channelling fades. Ronin disappears.
One, two.
He glances down at Zavien, illuminated poorly by a ring on his finger, brows drawing into a frown. Help her - he hears the core of the channelling echo in his mind, and instinct has him reaching for that delicate golden thread of magic, preparing to mend what had been so brutally broken here--
Three, four.
But there's no answer. No response from the soul at the other side, as if she'd been waiting for a ride that never came, and so decided to go home instead. "I'm sorry," he manages, unable to express the weight of the apology in so short a time. "It's too late, I'm sorry--"
Five, six.
The channelling fades. Ronin disappears.
show me your darkness.
