you're my guiding light, when there's no guiding light left inside
It's all going as good as can be expected, given the number of those gathered and the amount of bad blood that screams between them. But as the wisp of light appears, as the chime of a bell sounds even through the noise of the party, Ronin turns. His smile fades to hear the message, which settles in his bones and prints itself there, like this is coming from something far beyond them. Beyond gods and monsters, beyond rivalries and unexpected children. This is fate tugging their strings, letting them know it's there.
"We ought to get home," he murmurs, his voice very soft in the sudden silence as he glances back at Remi and holds a hand out for Mateo. "We'll talk about it more on the way?" Suddenly remaining to see out the rest of the festivities feels wrong.
"We ought to get home," he murmurs, his voice very soft in the sudden silence as he glances back at Remi and holds a hand out for Mateo. "We'll talk about it more on the way?" Suddenly remaining to see out the rest of the festivities feels wrong.
RONIN
