we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"I'm not sure how he couldn't know." Ronin almost whispers the words, his brows furrowed together as he leans further into Remi's touch, savouring all the places made warm by the press of his skin, the sweetness of his lips. "He's put himself directly at opposite ends of the war. He's in Safrin's pocket now, though. He has to know that." He pauses around the rest of his thoughts, shifting back to lay with the Lullaby, wrapping himself around him until he can almost imagine that there isn't any space between them.
"I don't think they can last," he confesses, of Nate and Sunjata. "It's one thing for us to stand on the line between light and dark. But they are..." They are the definition of star-crossed, one might say. And with Safrin's name written in Sunjata's bones, well... It speaks for itself.
Ridding himself of those thoughts to hear more about Maeve, Ronin is surprised that things still manage to tangle around the Flood. "Sunjata has been busy." He barks out a laugh. "The poor thing. Maeve, I mean."
"I don't think they can last," he confesses, of Nate and Sunjata. "It's one thing for us to stand on the line between light and dark. But they are..." They are the definition of star-crossed, one might say. And with Safrin's name written in Sunjata's bones, well... It speaks for itself.
Ridding himself of those thoughts to hear more about Maeve, Ronin is surprised that things still manage to tangle around the Flood. "Sunjata has been busy." He barks out a laugh. "The poor thing. Maeve, I mean."
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
