an eye for an eye; a tooth for a tooth
a knife for the ribs
a knife for the ribs
The sandy shores leading to the Northaven's current mooring are marred with veins of glass, made that way by errant starbolts thrown by a bone-weary demigod. Ronin feels guilt and rage with each one summoned and detonated, both hating the source of the power and also trying to use up the strength so recently bestowed upon him by Safrin. The dark shoreline is empty but for the houseboat bobbing merrily nearby; emptier even than when Ronin first set foot on the sand.
And though he isn't trying, by any means, to broadcast his feeling outward, the Attuned bond boils over with the words he keeps locked behind his tongue. By the time he steps up and onto the pier he's already feverishly unbuttoning his shirt, as if the garment is trying to strangle him. There's no need to call for his husband by name - he's sure Remi knows he's there.
And though he isn't trying, by any means, to broadcast his feeling outward, the Attuned bond boils over with the words he keeps locked behind his tongue. By the time he steps up and onto the pier he's already feverishly unbuttoning his shirt, as if the garment is trying to strangle him. There's no need to call for his husband by name - he's sure Remi knows he's there.
RONIN
