I will fight the end
Aoife was safe, warm, alive - happy, even. She hadn't moved from Ronin's side since they had gotten home, and in all honesty he had been glad of the company. But her napping had been disturbed, and she was prone to fits of crying and clinging that he could only understand. As she had slept he had snuck off to shower, to try and scrub his actions from his skin, but all it had done was reopen the cuts on his knuckles; evidence of Skyler's fate.
Those were nicely bandaged now, though, and the day had been spent with his daughter, spoiling her rotten to keep the demons well at the back of his mind. They had eaten pancakes sweetened with syrup (more than she was usually allowed) and had gone out to play with the wooden swords in the training grounds, Ronin pretending often to dramatically fall beneath the might of her heroism.
But now all was quiet, and she slept soundly next to him in the space where Remi would usually be. But Ronin couldn't quiet his mind, staring up at the stars through the skylight and wondering if they judged him now. If Vanya judged him.
The sound of the door opening had the hunter out of bed in moments, making sure their daughter was still tucked up and slumbering before he snuck out and downstairs. Muted starlight suffused his skin, lighting the way as he headed downstairs, and only moments after seeing Remi, he was before him, arms moving around him as if to hold him close and away from the things they had done. "I'm glad you're safe," he whispered into the alchemist's curls, trying to warm the chill from his skin.
Those were nicely bandaged now, though, and the day had been spent with his daughter, spoiling her rotten to keep the demons well at the back of his mind. They had eaten pancakes sweetened with syrup (more than she was usually allowed) and had gone out to play with the wooden swords in the training grounds, Ronin pretending often to dramatically fall beneath the might of her heroism.
But now all was quiet, and she slept soundly next to him in the space where Remi would usually be. But Ronin couldn't quiet his mind, staring up at the stars through the skylight and wondering if they judged him now. If Vanya judged him.
The sound of the door opening had the hunter out of bed in moments, making sure their daughter was still tucked up and slumbering before he snuck out and downstairs. Muted starlight suffused his skin, lighting the way as he headed downstairs, and only moments after seeing Remi, he was before him, arms moving around him as if to hold him close and away from the things they had done. "I'm glad you're safe," he whispered into the alchemist's curls, trying to warm the chill from his skin.
'til the end is here
