we live in a world someone else imagined
Some days baby steps. Others - giant leaps. Ronin had felt the pull to visit his friend since he had been able to get himself around without falling apart at random. He hadn’t been able to face it straight after LongNight, unsure whether the sight of wreckage would trigger unwanted memories, but one morning he’d had enough of himself and... well. One portal trip later found him here, outside the Artist’s Sanctuary, gaunt and tired and still healing, but here.
Taking a long breath in through his nose and out through his mouth, Ronin reached out to knock at the door. ”Bastien,” he called, his voice more gruff than he would like. ”It’s Ronin. Are you here?” Because the Dark Star knew the pain of something like this; knew about what came after, what edges Bastien might be standing on.
Taking a long breath in through his nose and out through his mouth, Ronin reached out to knock at the door. ”Bastien,” he called, his voice more gruff than he would like. ”It’s Ronin. Are you here?” Because the Dark Star knew the pain of something like this; knew about what came after, what edges Bastien might be standing on.
the dark star
