I will fight the end
Ronin frowned gently at the sight of the scratches on Remi's arm, feeling a surge of protective irritation flare in his chest and throat, before he reminded himself that it was Amalia, and she had likely been trying to calm the situation down. (For all of her rage, he knew the baker to be almost entirely pacifistic).
The hunter knew exactly what Remi might be thinking about not Roana, but ultimately it was a bridge they would cross when they came to it. As a soldier, death was not nearly so fine a line for him to cross - not that Skyler hadn't been an exception. He had been, but their daughter was safe and that was the end of it, in his eyes.
And so he sat with his husband next to the fire, lazily talking further through the events that had brought them here, to this point, until the flames were low and Ronin's stomach started to rumble again.
Snow was still falling, a few days later. Surprise, surprise. For his part Ronin had finally begun to venture outside and around the guildhall, lopping icicles from the window shutters and making sure the training grounds weren't buried. Currently he was shovelling a pathway up to the main doors; the exercise felt good in his burning muscles, and he was humming tunelessly under his breath as he forged his way home.
The hunter knew exactly what Remi might be thinking about not Roana, but ultimately it was a bridge they would cross when they came to it. As a soldier, death was not nearly so fine a line for him to cross - not that Skyler hadn't been an exception. He had been, but their daughter was safe and that was the end of it, in his eyes.
And so he sat with his husband next to the fire, lazily talking further through the events that had brought them here, to this point, until the flames were low and Ronin's stomach started to rumble again.
Snow was still falling, a few days later. Surprise, surprise. For his part Ronin had finally begun to venture outside and around the guildhall, lopping icicles from the window shutters and making sure the training grounds weren't buried. Currently he was shovelling a pathway up to the main doors; the exercise felt good in his burning muscles, and he was humming tunelessly under his breath as he forged his way home.
'til the end is here
