RONIN
THE DARK STAR
"Yes, of course it would," Ronin whispers with a smile that's more an apology than anything else. "If not you then it would be someone else - somewhere else. The Voice might even be working on it herself, from her side." With Wessex. With Nate. With Isla, even. There was so much that they simply didn't know, that they couldn't foresee, and that his husband seems to be the eye of at least one of those storms makes Ronin's mouth grow dry and his hands cold.
Suddenly the wide, vast field around them fritters away like dust in the wind. In its place is a warm and crackling fire, the two men sat before a hearth scattered with thick furs and blankets. It's cozy and smaller than it ought to be, given that Ronin has placed them back in the main room of the old Monster Hunter's guild. But here there is no all seeing sky, no judgement from the rain, and he absently draws one of the furs around the man in his lap.
When it comes to what he means, though, the Star leans in to brush his nose against Remi's. "If you are worried that all of this is getting too much, with Nate, then I'll deal with it," he says softly. "Whatever that looks like. It won't start a war, though - I can promise that much." Ronin has become much more Safrin's man in his time as her chosen than he cares to look at too closely. Whilst his husband is a ruthless killing machine should the situation call for it, the Star can work his own manipulations.
Suddenly the wide, vast field around them fritters away like dust in the wind. In its place is a warm and crackling fire, the two men sat before a hearth scattered with thick furs and blankets. It's cozy and smaller than it ought to be, given that Ronin has placed them back in the main room of the old Monster Hunter's guild. But here there is no all seeing sky, no judgement from the rain, and he absently draws one of the furs around the man in his lap.
When it comes to what he means, though, the Star leans in to brush his nose against Remi's. "If you are worried that all of this is getting too much, with Nate, then I'll deal with it," he says softly. "Whatever that looks like. It won't start a war, though - I can promise that much." Ronin has become much more Safrin's man in his time as her chosen than he cares to look at too closely. Whilst his husband is a ruthless killing machine should the situation call for it, the Star can work his own manipulations.
now don’t you lose hope
I swear I never dream that we’re alone
I swear I still believe but I don’t know
