the dark star
”I suppose they will,” he murmured, watching her as she approached, a tired and broken shell of the man who had stepped through the portal into the Hollowed Grounds a few weeks before. Still, there was no suspicion in him as she reached for his cheek; his hand slipped over hers, Ronin leaning into he touch. His eyes slipped shut to enjoy the sensation of warmth and light flowing through him, the hunter letting out a deep sigh as his pain subsided, as the jagged parts of him began to feel more smooth.
”Thank you,” he half whispered, his words murmured against her wrist. Slowly, like he was coming out of a deep sleep, his eyes opened again to regard the goddess. ”Was it enough?” he asked, obviously meaning his efforts at LongNight. Did it work? Had he done enough for Vanya’s star to be pulled from the sky, for her soul to be with Mort?
”Thank you,” he half whispered, his words murmured against her wrist. Slowly, like he was coming out of a deep sleep, his eyes opened again to regard the goddess. ”Was it enough?” he asked, obviously meaning his efforts at LongNight. Did it work? Had he done enough for Vanya’s star to be pulled from the sky, for her soul to be with Mort?
a monster in my heart
a ghost inside my chest
a ghost inside my chest
RONIN
