the wounds are open and bleeding out
With the pain from the prick of the rose came clarity, and an acute awareness about everything currently wrong with Ronin's world. His exhaustion, aches, pains, hunger and thirst were all laid bare (and he wobbled and sank down to kneel in the snow as it crashed over him). As well as that, the dawning realisation of what he'd been doing - what he had done - caused a hitch in his breath, blue eyes flickering over Loren. He groaned a curse through gritted teeth, scrubbing at his eyes with the back of his hand.
"Are you alright?" he asked, forcing himself to his feet to approach his former friend, glancing over the marks Ronin had left on him. "...For fuck's sake. I'm sorry - I just..." He shook his head helplessly. He had no words for it, no excuses.
"Are you alright?" he asked, forcing himself to his feet to approach his former friend, glancing over the marks Ronin had left on him. "...For fuck's sake. I'm sorry - I just..." He shook his head helplessly. He had no words for it, no excuses.
THE
FALLEN STAR
