the wounds are open and bleeding out
Technically Ronin thought he counted as a member of that militia, but Remi’s message was clear enough - not their circus, not their monkeys. It was a sentiment he was more than happy to hold onto in present circumstances. A faint smile tugged at his lips, Ronin trying to picture life next Deepfrost, away from all of this, when all at once the world around them completely slipped away. The hunter’s breath caught in his throat, the golden shoreline and the glittering water all too familiar to him. He felt his eyes start to prickle uncomfortably, the scent of sea and sand, the warm breeze on his face, the feeling of home Northaven digging its claws in deep.
Turning to face the phantom ocean, he found himself seeking out a ship - it was only natural, after all - and his stomach made an uncomfortable flop as he realised it was entirely made-up. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he gave his husband a grateful smile as he took over with the cloth, relishing the change of scenery more than he could say. ”Phoebe is their next of kin,” he confirmed with a nod. ”I know what Roana said, and I stand by what I said in return. Her boys will continue her story, and I’ll make sure they know who their mother was. But they don’t know me - I can’t fill Brahm’s shoes for them. I won’t.”
Turning to face the phantom ocean, he found himself seeking out a ship - it was only natural, after all - and his stomach made an uncomfortable flop as he realised it was entirely made-up. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he gave his husband a grateful smile as he took over with the cloth, relishing the change of scenery more than he could say. ”Phoebe is their next of kin,” he confirmed with a nod. ”I know what Roana said, and I stand by what I said in return. Her boys will continue her story, and I’ll make sure they know who their mother was. But they don’t know me - I can’t fill Brahm’s shoes for them. I won’t.”
THE
FALLEN STAR
