the wounds are open and bleeding out
The looks were the easiest to brush off, though perhaps that wasn’t such a surprise. From Storm Guard Captain to guildmaster to would-be fallen star to king, Ronin was getting regrettably used to living his most vulnerable moments with an audience. That didn’t mean Remi’s suggestion wasn’t a relief, however, and Ronin nodded gratefully and padded upstairs in his husband’s wake. With Roana’s body now safe and secure, there seemed little left to do other than deal with the aftermath.
Heading straight for a washroom, Ronin glanced briefly up at Sugar coiled around one of the rafters and sighed. ”Last LongNight she was left here alone,” he said. With Vanya. ”I suppose even this must be better, in comparison.”
Pulling his bloody shirt over his head, Ronin started to fill a basin with water - he should shower really, but there was precedent for showering after he’d killed someone and damn if he didn’t want to break that forming habit. ”What the fuck were those kids doing out alone, Remi?”
Heading straight for a washroom, Ronin glanced briefly up at Sugar coiled around one of the rafters and sighed. ”Last LongNight she was left here alone,” he said. With Vanya. ”I suppose even this must be better, in comparison.”
Pulling his bloody shirt over his head, Ronin started to fill a basin with water - he should shower really, but there was precedent for showering after he’d killed someone and damn if he didn’t want to break that forming habit. ”What the fuck were those kids doing out alone, Remi?”
THE
FALLEN STAR
