do not stand at my grave and weep;
i am not there. i do not sleep
"SAFE?" The man roared, swiping blindly at Ronin as he nimbly stepped backwards. He nearly choked on his own laughter as his lips contorted into a snarl as if daring Ronin to say more about safety. About going inside. "She is D E A D." He roared with the voice of one embracing madness with open arms. It was a voice—and look—that the Star would well know. He would have seen it in the mirror many a'time, and in the eyes of his husband.
"They killed her to bring YOU here. HERE HE IS YOU FUCKIN' DARK CUNTS." Arms spread, he gestured around as if expecting an audience to suddenly be spectating, on the edge of their seats. "Who the fuck are you anyways, who's so special eh? That they killed my ki—" The fury deflated as his tongue became thick and his sinuses clogged with bitter tears. Whatever the monsters had or hadn't done, whatever their real intentions, the man's perspective was obvious: Ronin was worth drawing out, and that drawing out was done by killing his child. Who Ronin was to earn or deserve such a thing, he clearly didn't care about.
"How fuckin' dare you." He said in a low voice. 'I hope you burn.'
It was at that moment, a small silver star was thrown from somewhere in the darkness. It had a picture of Aoife on it as a baby. Another followed, showing the girl at a birthday part they'd never held. Another with her hair in curls and rouge darkening her cheeks. Are you going to run away again, Daddy? I don't want anyone else to die, but how else am I to make you stay?
"They killed her to bring YOU here. HERE HE IS YOU FUCKIN' DARK CUNTS." Arms spread, he gestured around as if expecting an audience to suddenly be spectating, on the edge of their seats. "Who the fuck are you anyways, who's so special eh? That they killed my ki—" The fury deflated as his tongue became thick and his sinuses clogged with bitter tears. Whatever the monsters had or hadn't done, whatever their real intentions, the man's perspective was obvious: Ronin was worth drawing out, and that drawing out was done by killing his child. Who Ronin was to earn or deserve such a thing, he clearly didn't care about.
"How fuckin' dare you." He said in a low voice. 'I hope you burn.'
It was at that moment, a small silver star was thrown from somewhere in the darkness. It had a picture of Aoife on it as a baby. Another followed, showing the girl at a birthday part they'd never held. Another with her hair in curls and rouge darkening her cheeks. Are you going to run away again, Daddy? I don't want anyone else to die, but how else am I to make you stay?
do not stand at my grave and cry;
i am not there, i did not die
LONGNiGht
