everything has its wonders
Oblivious to his husband’s take on something Ronin had done as an act of love, the hunter was concentrating too hard on his task at hand to notice the hawk’s silhouette in the sky until a familiar voice rang out. Glancing up, he turned his head to spot Remi on the boulder nearby, unable not to smile at the ball of ruffled feathers - the animal shape he had known longest and best. That same smile faded as Remi explained; about his mother, about his father’s attitude and sins, about those implications after she had died...
He lowered his eyes back to the little grave, rubbing at his forehead. ”You don’t have anything to apologise for,” he said softly, twirling the battered feather in his hands. ”I thought this place would work. It’s open but it can’t get swept away by the sea, but still close to the water. I...” Ronin shook his head.
”I know there’s nothing left of her, so I wanted to leave pieces of us instead...” It had seemed easy to articulate in his head, but it sounded silly out loud. ”I’ve got this for Vanya, and for me...” Ronin slid the light ring from his finger, where it was already emitting a soft glow. The first ring on his finger, back in Northaven, when things had been so very different. When they had been different. ”What about you...?” Would he even want to? Ronin didn’t know at this point.
He lowered his eyes back to the little grave, rubbing at his forehead. ”You don’t have anything to apologise for,” he said softly, twirling the battered feather in his hands. ”I thought this place would work. It’s open but it can’t get swept away by the sea, but still close to the water. I...” Ronin shook his head.
”I know there’s nothing left of her, so I wanted to leave pieces of us instead...” It had seemed easy to articulate in his head, but it sounded silly out loud. ”I’ve got this for Vanya, and for me...” Ronin slid the light ring from his finger, where it was already emitting a soft glow. The first ring on his finger, back in Northaven, when things had been so very different. When they had been different. ”What about you...?” Would he even want to? Ronin didn’t know at this point.
even darkness and silence
