we live in a world someone else imagined
Ronin is bolting, and his blood is singing in his veins as he goes. There is nothing quite like running as a luxere, even more so in this season, and with his pulse in his ears and his hooves pounding against the earth, he clears a fallen log and has just enough time to peep over his shoulder only to see a fucking nightmare in pursuit.
Remi...? Where are you? There is something in the woods. Ronin is absolutely asking for it, with the way his fear and panic spike down the Attuned bond, and he doubts anyone would blame Remi for not paying attention to it. Boy who cried wolf and all that.
So until (or if) his husband responds, Ronin picks up the speed, the light from his antlers casting a garish glow against the shadowy trees, the woods black around him.
Remi...? Where are you? There is something in the woods. Ronin is absolutely asking for it, with the way his fear and panic spike down the Attuned bond, and he doubts anyone would blame Remi for not paying attention to it. Boy who cried wolf and all that.
So until (or if) his husband responds, Ronin picks up the speed, the light from his antlers casting a garish glow against the shadowy trees, the woods black around him.
the dark star
