the things we hold are always the first to go
"With any luck, Zariah's gift will be that she stays the fuck away from us," Ronin said, not trying to hide the way his tone darkened or his quick glance across to Aoife asleep with Isla. The woman had threatened his baby - she did not get any free passes, however he was forced to act in public.
Remi's evident annoyance on top of Ronin's already apparent drop in mood had the hunter sitting up properly again. He sighed deeply, able to read all the things that Remi wasn't saying as clearly as if they had been written down. "Or," he suggested quietly, "you could just ask if I wouldn't mind helping more."
Running his fingers through his hair, Ronin gazed up at the stars. "Perhaps we could get married at sunset," he suggested. "When the stars are about to come out. In the Glade, maybe. Or the Woodlands."
Remi's evident annoyance on top of Ronin's already apparent drop in mood had the hunter sitting up properly again. He sighed deeply, able to read all the things that Remi wasn't saying as clearly as if they had been written down. "Or," he suggested quietly, "you could just ask if I wouldn't mind helping more."
Running his fingers through his hair, Ronin gazed up at the stars. "Perhaps we could get married at sunset," he suggested. "When the stars are about to come out. In the Glade, maybe. Or the Woodlands."
