everything has its wonders
Ronin does nothing, says nothing. He's barely looking at the two of them any longer, his hand gently patting along Mateo's back as if to distract himself, as if to make his heartbeat match the gentle motion. Because steady as Remi's pulse might be, Ronin's only grows more frenetic as time goes on, as his frustration begins to bubble towards rage, his blue eyes coldly staring out of the window and across at the lighthouse and the ocean beyond it.
There's nothing but silence and hugging and apparently some warm and fluffy bonding happening in the room behind him, and then - and then - Amalia is laying on their bed. The world seems to shrink around Ronin's periphery, and he's not sure quite what comes over him, only that the urge to break something is almost overwhelming.
He can thank the boy in his arms for keeping him anchored, but the Star is apparently just as much a victim to his Attuned shift as they are. The antlers that crown his head are still soft and covered in velvet, but they are no less an indication of threat.
There's nothing but silence and hugging and apparently some warm and fluffy bonding happening in the room behind him, and then - and then - Amalia is laying on their bed. The world seems to shrink around Ronin's periphery, and he's not sure quite what comes over him, only that the urge to break something is almost overwhelming.
He can thank the boy in his arms for keeping him anchored, but the Star is apparently just as much a victim to his Attuned shift as they are. The antlers that crown his head are still soft and covered in velvet, but they are no less an indication of threat.
even darkness and silence
