RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
The sadness strikes like a chord out of tune deep within Ronin's chest, and even though his eyes are on his tea, he hears and feels it as though Mort were whispering the words directly against his heart. Taking another sip of his drink as if that will better allow him to converse with the god, Ronin looks up at last, solemn and respectful. "I know how they feel," he says softly, glancing around the glade once more and feeling himself want to sink into it, to sit and linger and simply be.
And were he here on his own behalf, he might well have reached out to embrace it fully, to at least enjoy this rest while Mort brings it. Alas, Ronin (always, always) has work to do. As the conversation turns to Ludo, though, to the nature of the herald and the way it behaves, and the way Remi behaves in a similar fashion, the Huntsman feels a tightness in his throat again.
Honestly, he thought Ludo was just a shit, but this... it makes a lot of sense. "I don't know how to help him," he admits, blinking quickly. "To help him find the things that... that bring him joy. Not after so much change, so much death. Every part of him now seems honed to be..." Monstrous. He doesn't want to say it. But Mort will doubtlessly hear it nonetheless.
"And I love him," he adds quickly, as if that was ever in question, "I do. But sometimes it feels like that is the only thing holding back all the darkness. What if it isn't enough?"
And were he here on his own behalf, he might well have reached out to embrace it fully, to at least enjoy this rest while Mort brings it. Alas, Ronin (always, always) has work to do. As the conversation turns to Ludo, though, to the nature of the herald and the way it behaves, and the way Remi behaves in a similar fashion, the Huntsman feels a tightness in his throat again.
Honestly, he thought Ludo was just a shit, but this... it makes a lot of sense. "I don't know how to help him," he admits, blinking quickly. "To help him find the things that... that bring him joy. Not after so much change, so much death. Every part of him now seems honed to be..." Monstrous. He doesn't want to say it. But Mort will doubtlessly hear it nonetheless.
"And I love him," he adds quickly, as if that was ever in question, "I do. But sometimes it feels like that is the only thing holding back all the darkness. What if it isn't enough?"
show me your darkness.
