the wounds are open and bleeding out
Ronin tutted under his breath at the Launceleyn's stubborn insistence about blame and guilt; it had been so long, he had quite forgotten just how properly awful Loren was at giving away punishment. But it was nice to hear, at least - that it wasn't him. Ronin knew that the other man meant it in a this was me way, but for the hunter, it was testament to the fact that the blight was not who he was.
Rubbing a hand across his dirty forehead, Ronin stepped back through the snow to linger by the nimbus that had come to hover nearby, the little cloud nudging at his legs until he half fell upon it. "Thank you," he said quietly, assured that the Launceleyn would pass the message on if the worst happened. In the meantime, though, he needed to get away from the Spire and all of the precious roses planted there.
"Look after yourself," he said, the nimbus raising up until it could easily zoom away with Ronin sitting upon it, the brooding king a silhouette of shame in the retreating shadow of the Spire.
~FIN
Rubbing a hand across his dirty forehead, Ronin stepped back through the snow to linger by the nimbus that had come to hover nearby, the little cloud nudging at his legs until he half fell upon it. "Thank you," he said quietly, assured that the Launceleyn would pass the message on if the worst happened. In the meantime, though, he needed to get away from the Spire and all of the precious roses planted there.
"Look after yourself," he said, the nimbus raising up until it could easily zoom away with Ronin sitting upon it, the brooding king a silhouette of shame in the retreating shadow of the Spire.
~FIN
THE
FALLEN STAR
