RONIN
Ronin let out a sigh into the night. At least there was that, in all of this. At least Isla could finally go and be at peace. His fingers curled around Remi’s, the hunter feeling his eyes grow heavy with the exhaustion of the day. Because that was it, right? Remi had killed his friend and companion; of course he had been shaken when he had returned to the festival.
But then the Alchemist continued to speak, and Ronin felt the bottom fall out of his stomach. Ludo owns my soul now. The Star squeezed his husband’s hand, his fingers feeling suddenly freezing cold, and starlight fractured out of him in panicked bursts. He felt it then, as Remi continued to explain - he felt the silence of him, understanding at last what was missing. It hadn’t been for long, but already Ronin has grown accustomed to hearing the Alchemist, to feeling his emotions thrum through their bond. And now he felt very, very alone.
But you are perfect, he wanted to say. Your soul was perfect, just the way it was. Ultimately, though, it wasn’t something either of them had a say in. A god made a choice, and they had to live with it. Ronin lived that reality; and now, so did Remi.
Letting out a shuddering breath, Ronin gathered the Alchemist all the closer against him. ”Are you okay? Are you hurt?” he asked, his voice tight with worry. ”I... fuck, Remi. Fuck.” Kissing his cheek again, it was all the hunter could do to simply hold onto his husband, waiting for his mind and body to catch up with events. That he hadn’t lost Remi. That he wasn’t going anywhere.
But then the Alchemist continued to speak, and Ronin felt the bottom fall out of his stomach. Ludo owns my soul now. The Star squeezed his husband’s hand, his fingers feeling suddenly freezing cold, and starlight fractured out of him in panicked bursts. He felt it then, as Remi continued to explain - he felt the silence of him, understanding at last what was missing. It hadn’t been for long, but already Ronin has grown accustomed to hearing the Alchemist, to feeling his emotions thrum through their bond. And now he felt very, very alone.
But you are perfect, he wanted to say. Your soul was perfect, just the way it was. Ultimately, though, it wasn’t something either of them had a say in. A god made a choice, and they had to live with it. Ronin lived that reality; and now, so did Remi.
Letting out a shuddering breath, Ronin gathered the Alchemist all the closer against him. ”Are you okay? Are you hurt?” he asked, his voice tight with worry. ”I... fuck, Remi. Fuck.” Kissing his cheek again, it was all the hunter could do to simply hold onto his husband, waiting for his mind and body to catch up with events. That he hadn’t lost Remi. That he wasn’t going anywhere.
one more wish for you
