I will fight the end
”Shh...” A hand smooths through the boy’s wet hair, and Ronin is about to speak again when a voice, smooth and deadly, breaks across the bank towards them. The silver haired man is raising a rifle their way, and Ronin both knows and doesn’t know what it does. Either way, it won’t stop him now, and fractals of starlight have started to splinter out of him as he lifts his chin defiantly.
”Oh, I plan on it,” he almost growls, taking slow and measured steps towards the other man, blue eyes narrowing to flint. ”Useless? No - get this straight, old man - you are useless to him. What the fuck is this? Why the fuck weren’t you jumping in there to get him? Why were you the one pushing him? Keeping him safe is the only job you have.”
There’s another light now, building fiercely within the core of his chest, and Ronin wonders what he can make happen here, with a supernova. He’s walked far enough for the rifle to be pressed against his chest, his free hand wrapped around the barrel. ”I’m not afraid of you,” he whispers. ”You’re just a weak man with a toy. If you want to fight, let’s do it properly.”
As for home? Ronin changes the city himself, now - images of blankets spangled with stars and dragons; shoes and clothes piled against a door; tiny footprints in the snow; the warmth of a hearth and glitter on tables. ”You can come home with me instead,” he mutters.
”Oh, I plan on it,” he almost growls, taking slow and measured steps towards the other man, blue eyes narrowing to flint. ”Useless? No - get this straight, old man - you are useless to him. What the fuck is this? Why the fuck weren’t you jumping in there to get him? Why were you the one pushing him? Keeping him safe is the only job you have.”
There’s another light now, building fiercely within the core of his chest, and Ronin wonders what he can make happen here, with a supernova. He’s walked far enough for the rifle to be pressed against his chest, his free hand wrapped around the barrel. ”I’m not afraid of you,” he whispers. ”You’re just a weak man with a toy. If you want to fight, let’s do it properly.”
As for home? Ronin changes the city himself, now - images of blankets spangled with stars and dragons; shoes and clothes piled against a door; tiny footprints in the snow; the warmth of a hearth and glitter on tables. ”You can come home with me instead,” he mutters.
'til the end is here
