RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
It's still raining, the downpour drumming against his skin, but Ronin barely notices it. The pain is absolute as it radiates through his body, and so he can't even begin to understand how Remi is feeling. It had seemed easy, when he'd let him go with a parting kiss, to haul himself into the sky to crush the Core in his fist. And now? Gods, what now?
Over the hush of rainfall, the only sound is that of their own breathing for a long, long while. Ronin is hiking down the mountainside on his own two feet, carrying his lover on his back to bare his shredded wings to the cool water falling from above. Whether it does anything at all to soothe him, the gods only know.
"We did it," he whispers eventually, his cheek pressed against Remi's, the words barely audible as they escape his lips. "You did it. We can go home now." It sounds easy when he puts it like that, right? Never mind the state of Remi's arm - he hasn't looked properly at that yet; he can't bear to.
And never mind this strange, desperate twilight that has fallen over the world. Never mind any of it.
Over the hush of rainfall, the only sound is that of their own breathing for a long, long while. Ronin is hiking down the mountainside on his own two feet, carrying his lover on his back to bare his shredded wings to the cool water falling from above. Whether it does anything at all to soothe him, the gods only know.
"We did it," he whispers eventually, his cheek pressed against Remi's, the words barely audible as they escape his lips. "You did it. We can go home now." It sounds easy when he puts it like that, right? Never mind the state of Remi's arm - he hasn't looked properly at that yet; he can't bear to.
And never mind this strange, desperate twilight that has fallen over the world. Never mind any of it.
show me your darkness.
