RONIN
THE FALLEN STAR
Ronin wanted little to nothing to do with whatever shenanigans might happen at LongNight either. And his reasoning for that, he hoped, was obvious - the last time the sun had set and refused to rise for a week, he’d welcomed a daughter and said goodbye to a lover. In this very hall, in fact. His hand was firmly in Remi’s as they welcomed familiar faces to the guild; the ex-captain held his daughter in his free arm, pressing a gentle kiss to her dark curls.
He was solemn, on edge, and very much not himself. The sooner the week was over the better in his opinion, and he barely managed to conjure a smile for those he considered friends. Hopefully they would understand.
He was solemn, on edge, and very much not himself. The sooner the week was over the better in his opinion, and he barely managed to conjure a smile for those he considered friends. Hopefully they would understand.
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
