I will fight the end
Oh, Remi has absolutely won. Mainly because Ronin is still caught by the joy of flying, and also phoenixes are categorically not hawks. He's soaring, blazing a trail of embers with his tail feathers, and as he nears the water he does pull up a bit, the waves hissing where he skims it. Like the utterly ridiculous man that he is, only then does Ronin shift back to himself, and he plops into the water like a fucking stone as a result.
You won the race, he informs his husband, blinking as well to start to focus, before navigating down into the deeper water, avoiding sharp and craggy rocks that loom up and around them. But I won at enjoying myself. And it's true - the Star's excitement all but rolls out of him and down the Attuned bond, only for the joy to quite suddenly snap into something a lot more sombre. Oh...
There are bodies in the water, down here. More than he can count - more than he cares to look at. Caught on the rocks or weighed down towards the sea floor, he can make out the bleached bones of their skeletons.
You won the race, he informs his husband, blinking as well to start to focus, before navigating down into the deeper water, avoiding sharp and craggy rocks that loom up and around them. But I won at enjoying myself. And it's true - the Star's excitement all but rolls out of him and down the Attuned bond, only for the joy to quite suddenly snap into something a lot more sombre. Oh...
There are bodies in the water, down here. More than he can count - more than he cares to look at. Caught on the rocks or weighed down towards the sea floor, he can make out the bleached bones of their skeletons.
'til the end is here
