RONIN
The fire was warm at his back, almost making Ronin twitch away from it. It was that real heat that had him turning in time to watch the monsters descend upon the imposter, ripping and tearing and feasting as they were wont to do. And his eyes narrowed, fist clenching and unclenching as the band on his finger ceased to thrum with Remi’s heartbeat. Indeed, it felt as though his own heart stopped too, until the band was replaced and the pulse against his fingers returned.
”Stole it,” he reasoned, already wondering at the magic of it, how the monsters had achieved such a thing. And gods he shouldn’t have turned, he shouldn’t have looked. A choked sob rose up in his throat; whether real or not, the sight of Remi was enough to push him over that steepest, most wicked of edges.
Tottering around, he made his unsteady way back towards the ring of fire - through it, even, though it singed at his clothes, the hair on his arms, any exposed flesh. Luxere light basked down onto the two of them, Ronin standing over his husband, gaunt and tired and content, even if it wasn’t real.
”Okay,” he said, shuffling to sit down with Remi, growing still. ”I’m done.”
”Stole it,” he reasoned, already wondering at the magic of it, how the monsters had achieved such a thing. And gods he shouldn’t have turned, he shouldn’t have looked. A choked sob rose up in his throat; whether real or not, the sight of Remi was enough to push him over that steepest, most wicked of edges.
Tottering around, he made his unsteady way back towards the ring of fire - through it, even, though it singed at his clothes, the hair on his arms, any exposed flesh. Luxere light basked down onto the two of them, Ronin standing over his husband, gaunt and tired and content, even if it wasn’t real.
”Okay,” he said, shuffling to sit down with Remi, growing still. ”I’m done.”
one more wish for you
