RONIN
the dark star
"I love you," Ronin murmurs softly against Remi's lips, the words as reverent and heartfelt as they were the first time he said them. Drawing back to let his husband unstrap Mateo, the Star's eyes linger on their son as he plays in the grass, able to dream to his heart's content while his fathers work. "It's..." He huffs out a sigh, like he's about to make something up, but changes his mind at the last minute.
"It's lonely," he admits. "I mean... they're fine, obviously. But... it's not like the Storm Guard. Everyone's so..." He gestures. Oh my gods, a demigod! It's tHe dArK sTaR! Ronin can sense it all, as much as he tries to ignore it. "And the training isn't the same as when I was just a normal soldier."
Talk of this line in the sand is preferable, honestly, and Ronin clears his head to focus on it. "A magical line... I wonder if you could follow the old barrier line? That's probably easier than trying to mark the Greatwood."
"It's lonely," he admits. "I mean... they're fine, obviously. But... it's not like the Storm Guard. Everyone's so..." He gestures. Oh my gods, a demigod! It's tHe dArK sTaR! Ronin can sense it all, as much as he tries to ignore it. "And the training isn't the same as when I was just a normal soldier."
Talk of this line in the sand is preferable, honestly, and Ronin clears his head to focus on it. "A magical line... I wonder if you could follow the old barrier line? That's probably easier than trying to mark the Greatwood."
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
