RONIN
THE FALLEN STAR
Then he would stay, and no amount of willpower or hope would let Ronin come to the fore, to fight back against the blight that had so thoroughly taken him hostage. Then he would stay, and the guildmaster's lips parted in a red snarl at his husband, before his feet threw his cold body (too cold, dangerously cold) into motion. He moved with wild abandon, clumsy in a way that hinted that he would shut down entirely soon, if nothing was done, careening at Remi intent on tackling the winged man to the ground.
Already his fists were clenched hard, nails biting into the palms, and his eyes streamed with black; an image of madness that made it seem as though, deep within, Ronin wept for what he had become.
Already his fists were clenched hard, nails biting into the palms, and his eyes streamed with black; an image of madness that made it seem as though, deep within, Ronin wept for what he had become.
now don’t you lose hope
I swear I never dream that we’re alone
I swear I still believe but I don’t know
