Ronin Taliesin
but they haven't seen the best of me
Ronin might have stayed up there forever, too - and unlike his husband, he selfishly allowed himself a moment to choose not to think of all that tethered them to the world. Not Aoife, not their friends, not the blight or the Hollowed Grounds, not kings or gods or portals. It was just he and Remi, afloat in the fading stars and the fire of a rising dawn. He breathed a deep, clean breath, nose filling with the scent of the Greatwood as they finally turned back. Part of Ronin wanted to leave part of himself up there... for safe keeping, maybe.
Climbing down from the manticore's back, Ronin was ready and waiting as Remi shifted, his grin broad and filled with a mix of love and adrenaline. "I saw! You were magnificent," he told him, sweeping up to slip his arms around Remi and stealing a kiss from his lips, pride all but radiating out him in a wave of starlight. "What was it you became?"
Climbing down from the manticore's back, Ronin was ready and waiting as Remi shifted, his grin broad and filled with a mix of love and adrenaline. "I saw! You were magnificent," he told him, sweeping up to slip his arms around Remi and stealing a kiss from his lips, pride all but radiating out him in a wave of starlight. "What was it you became?"
