the wounds are open and bleeding out
The stars and galaxies do meet their end under Ronin's fury, and it's something he throws himself into with utter abandon. Relatively calm as he might be with his husband in his lap, bloodied kisses aside, the world they've created without suffers under the Star's rage. Black holes suck all light and matter into their yawning void; galaxies crumble; comets and meteors collide with unsuspecting planets; suns explode and wink out entirely.
And soon enough they really are adrift in the cold black of space, Ronin's head flopping to rest on his husband's shoulder. Quite when he started trembling he doesn't know, but it doesn't stop the chasm around them from swallowing itself into oblivion. "I couldn't, even if I tried," he mutters about the things that happened in the Hollowed grounds. "Every time I take a step forward, the Grounds comes back to bite me again." He lets out a shuddering sigh.
"And now I can't even be with my family."
And soon enough they really are adrift in the cold black of space, Ronin's head flopping to rest on his husband's shoulder. Quite when he started trembling he doesn't know, but it doesn't stop the chasm around them from swallowing itself into oblivion. "I couldn't, even if I tried," he mutters about the things that happened in the Hollowed grounds. "Every time I take a step forward, the Grounds comes back to bite me again." He lets out a shuddering sigh.
"And now I can't even be with my family."
THE
DARK STAR
