cinders and smoke

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Rebuilding the Temple, putting up beams, letting Sugar show off for strangers, laughing... Returning to Torchline was like returning from another life. And the most twisted part was that Ronin couldn’t wait. Being back in the Hollowed Ground had been like putting on a show, one that was exhausting however much good it had done him. To take off that mask and return to soft sands and lazy heat was a balm on the jagged parts of his personality. But there was no denying that there was a little more light in his eyes, a little more purpose in his step. He hadn’t been gone longer than a day, as promised, but he didn’t return alone. Sugar, heedless for the moment of the new environment, remained draped across the back of a magnificent unicorn. Isla has followed willingly when Ronin had found her, and now here the three of them were, back from the past to find the one most important to them. And so when Ronin spotted the figure up the beach, instantly recognisable, he called out a greeting and set off to meet Remi. Something deep and warm thrummed through him at the welcome sight of his husband, though the hunter was not sure what kind of state he would find Remi in.