[RE] the bleak

Blessedly, it only took one good swing. Ronin flinched against the hot blood that flecked his face and neck, the metallic tang filling the cocoon of feathers and vines. (Not that it had smelled any differently before, of course). The guildmaster closed Roana’s eyes, then his own as he looked away, waiting for the convulsions to stop, for the moss to soak up the crimson, for the world to still. ”It’s done,” he muttered to Remi, gazing at his husband with an expression that was carefully on the brink, but he had no doubt that the other man would see the cracks. Kneeling in blood. It was his second LongNight spent kneeling in blood. ”We ought to give her a proper send-off afterwards,” he decided, thinking of the black night, of the monstrous beings outside. ”When the sun rises. Could you make something we could wrap her in?” RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.