RONIN
It's true that Ronin has none of the experience that his husband does - not just for running, hunting and tuning himself to the instincts of his shift. He's only been attuned to a luxere for barely a year, and never in these circumstances. Still, through the thump of his heartbeat and the burn of muscles still needing more exertion, he's starting to get the idea. Pulling himself from the river, the huntsman breaks once more into a run, throat and chest tight from not having stopped for water.
His clothes are heavier, weighed down by water, and the wind on wet fabric creates an almost glacial cold that helps him to focus, that cools him a few degrees that he might think in reasonably straight lines. But his victory will be short lived, as his feet take him blazing through woods slowly beginning to gain colour as the dawn starts to inject light into the sky.
Unbeknownst to the Star, he's about to run headlong into his husband. And unlike Remi, Ronin is still all human, all flesh and muscle and sweat and blood.
His clothes are heavier, weighed down by water, and the wind on wet fabric creates an almost glacial cold that helps him to focus, that cools him a few degrees that he might think in reasonably straight lines. But his victory will be short lived, as his feet take him blazing through woods slowly beginning to gain colour as the dawn starts to inject light into the sky.
Unbeknownst to the Star, he's about to run headlong into his husband. And unlike Remi, Ronin is still all human, all flesh and muscle and sweat and blood.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
