the wounds are open and bleeding out
Changes upon changes - that was the way of things these days, or so it felt to Ronin. Between Seren, the volcano erupting, the resulting cleanup, Remi becoming Governor and the hunter's role in that, they didn't have a chance, it felt, to breathe. And the pressure was mounting, the tension palpable in the air; Ronin couldn't even step out into the night sky any more and enjoy the stars. How could he, knowing what watched him from above?
In earlier times he might have suggested he and Remi go to the Hanged Man to blow off some steam, but Ronin was painfully aware of the weight of responsibility, and so instead he had to make do. It was after Seren's bedtime, at least - though he suspected the girl snuck out or did whatever she would do, regardless of his attempts to parent - and he had headed out onto the ruggled cliffside, inviting his husband along.
Near Aoife's grave marker, he lay out a blanket and flopped down onto it, a bottle of something strong in his hands. Not for him, of course; Ronin had been almost completely sober since Seren had fallen from the sky, give or take a glass of whiskey. But Remi might want or need it, and he wasn't going to deny him anything. The alchemist had already put up with enough. "How is everything going, with Haulani and the evacuation?" he asked, predictably skirting away from actual questions they might have for each other.
In earlier times he might have suggested he and Remi go to the Hanged Man to blow off some steam, but Ronin was painfully aware of the weight of responsibility, and so instead he had to make do. It was after Seren's bedtime, at least - though he suspected the girl snuck out or did whatever she would do, regardless of his attempts to parent - and he had headed out onto the ruggled cliffside, inviting his husband along.
Near Aoife's grave marker, he lay out a blanket and flopped down onto it, a bottle of something strong in his hands. Not for him, of course; Ronin had been almost completely sober since Seren had fallen from the sky, give or take a glass of whiskey. But Remi might want or need it, and he wasn't going to deny him anything. The alchemist had already put up with enough. "How is everything going, with Haulani and the evacuation?" he asked, predictably skirting away from actual questions they might have for each other.
THE
DARK STAR
