RONIN
The Spire falling; the flowers and their toxic poison; his astral form flickering, flickering, and Remi and Ashe buried. They'd dug them out, it was true, but that hardly made Ronin feel better. He had been a witness to the ordeal rather than a participant - or at least that was how it seemed, and the guilt and shame mingled bitterly with the seething something he was trying to get a handle on at Remi's insistence that he had stayed.
Was it fear? Anger? Both? It was a difficult thing to contain either way, and were it not for his arm firmly around Remi's waist to hold him as they walked, his hands would have been visibly trembling. Sustaining his astral presence had cost him energy and he'd barely noticed until he had to get up, but that was really the least of their worries.
Mostly silent until they reached the entrance of the guildhall, Ronin finally turned and wrapped his arms around Remi, hugging him tightly. "I thought I was going to lose you," he said, his voice rough. "That I'd have to watch you be buried." And Ashetta, too.
Was it fear? Anger? Both? It was a difficult thing to contain either way, and were it not for his arm firmly around Remi's waist to hold him as they walked, his hands would have been visibly trembling. Sustaining his astral presence had cost him energy and he'd barely noticed until he had to get up, but that was really the least of their worries.
Mostly silent until they reached the entrance of the guildhall, Ronin finally turned and wrapped his arms around Remi, hugging him tightly. "I thought I was going to lose you," he said, his voice rough. "That I'd have to watch you be buried." And Ashetta, too.
our broken fairytale | so hard to hide
