the things we hold are always the first to go
That his attempts to reach out, to give affection went unrequited said it all, and Ronin let Remi go, his arms dropping to his sides as he followed the other man inside. The guildhall was a silent, sleepy beast, and the hunter resisted the urge to go upstairs to his daughter at the reminder that he was now somehow tainted, somehow wrong. Not only that, of course - Goldilocks was asleep in their bed upstairs, and that wasn't a can of worms worth opening today.
So he moved quietly to the hearth so he could get a fire started, in the meantime pouring himself a generous measure of wine. As the kindling caught and began to crackle and burn, Ronin sank down before the flames, sipping thoughtfully at his drink.
So he moved quietly to the hearth so he could get a fire started, in the meantime pouring himself a generous measure of wine. As the kindling caught and began to crackle and burn, Ronin sank down before the flames, sipping thoughtfully at his drink.
