the baffled king composing hallelujah
Cognitive dissonance. That, Ronin felt, was probably the correct term for what he was feeling. Something had happened deep in the Spire after he'd left - something that left marks and that caused random shivers down his spine. It was a clamminess on his skin, a storm in his belly.
But at the same time, he and Remi had become so much more than what they were on that day. And he couldn't wipe the smile off his face at that. So it was on a breezy Leafchange afternoon that he shut up the guildhall early to drop by his friend's fiance's place, Ronin shouldering open the door and trying to hide his cheeky grin.
Behind his back he held a bottle of wine for them to share, the hunter clearly intending to distract Remi from any work he might want to do. "Hello?" he called.
But at the same time, he and Remi had become so much more than what they were on that day. And he couldn't wipe the smile off his face at that. So it was on a breezy Leafchange afternoon that he shut up the guildhall early to drop by his friend's fiance's place, Ronin shouldering open the door and trying to hide his cheeky grin.
Behind his back he held a bottle of wine for them to share, the hunter clearly intending to distract Remi from any work he might want to do. "Hello?" he called.
