we live in a world someone else imagined
The Star (or his projection, at least) is there for his husband as he leaves his body, keeping careful watch over the precious cargo now slumped and lifeless on the nimbus. The real Ronin has other plans, taking a deep gulp of air and throwing himself into waves that seem to want to beat him back. He hears Remi’s mental voice, and senses, too, the way the encantados shift and slow, their struggles against the net less than before.
And so Ronin dives, plunging himself deep into the water until he finds the fishing net in his grasp. He’s pulled and ripped by the tide, and gods his lungs are already burning, but there’s work yet to be done. A fierce glow roars out from the Dark Star, an underwater supernova intent on healing the creatures who are nearly out of strength, intent on destroying the ropes that bind them.
Then, in a blink, he’s gasping for air on his nimbus, having switched places with his projection just before the urge to breathe in the seawater became too much.
And so Ronin dives, plunging himself deep into the water until he finds the fishing net in his grasp. He’s pulled and ripped by the tide, and gods his lungs are already burning, but there’s work yet to be done. A fierce glow roars out from the Dark Star, an underwater supernova intent on healing the creatures who are nearly out of strength, intent on destroying the ropes that bind them.
Then, in a blink, he’s gasping for air on his nimbus, having switched places with his projection just before the urge to breathe in the seawater became too much.
the dark star
