RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"Mm, I think so," Ronin murmurs, planning on asking for further clarification when he gets to Stormbreak the following day. "And he really wanted Wessex dead." He doesn't know the ins and outs of the Halo coup, but he imagines that might also have something to do with it. Sighing and letting his shoulders sag a bit once he's finished mummifying Remi's arm, the alchemist will feel his husband's heart skip a beat as he realises the significance of the left hand-right hand situation.
He releases the other man at last, so he can take the cup of tea before him and take a long and grateful sip; it cleanses the taste of blood and fear from his mouth, replacing it with an aromatic sweetness. "I suppose it's silly to think that she and the others would stay the same while we were getting stronger," he mutters into his cup. "How would you bind her, though?"
He releases the other man at last, so he can take the cup of tea before him and take a long and grateful sip; it cleanses the taste of blood and fear from his mouth, replacing it with an aromatic sweetness. "I suppose it's silly to think that she and the others would stay the same while we were getting stronger," he mutters into his cup. "How would you bind her, though?"
show me your darkness.
