this madness of now

It didn't feel quite the same. Last time, Ronin had detonated his supernova on the Temple as a desperate man who did not understand the kind of damage he was about to cause. This time, though, it was with a strange satisfaction that he let the stars dance and fade before his eyes, the ropes around him fading to nothing, the echoes of screaming men taught a valuable lesson carrying down the beach. Letting out a breath he hadn't realised he was holding, Ronin ruffled a hand through his hair and glanced around to find his husband. Smiling lopsidedly at Remi, he hauled himself to his feet and moved to offer his husband a hand up. "My explosive temper brought the roof of the Temple down," he murmured, shrugging and frowning worriedly at the sight of the blood. "Are you alright?" RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.