RONIN
"You say that now, but when the walls were coming down around your ears, it was easy to think otherwise," Ronin said, relishing the warmth of his lover, the heartbeat thudding reassuringly against his chest and upon his finger, and breathing in the scent of him deeply. As he stepped back, the hunter found it difficult, suddenly, to meet Remi's gaze, as though he had failed by not miraculously feeling better since the Spire plants were gone.
Silently, he shook his head. No, nothing had changed. In fact, whilst the progression of things was slow, it was getting nonetheless worse as time went by. That wasn't something he wanted to admit either, though. "Phoebe is working on experiments and cures, but I don't think it's doing much good. The Spire plants didn't make any difference. The gods don't make any difference. Perhaps I can just will it away at this point." He sighed.
Silently, he shook his head. No, nothing had changed. In fact, whilst the progression of things was slow, it was getting nonetheless worse as time went by. That wasn't something he wanted to admit either, though. "Phoebe is working on experiments and cures, but I don't think it's doing much good. The Spire plants didn't make any difference. The gods don't make any difference. Perhaps I can just will it away at this point." He sighed.
our broken fairytale | so hard to hide
