RONIN
the huntsman
when the city goes silent
You were, hm? Ronin sounds playfully skeptical but of course he adores the idea as much as anything else that Remi has suggested. Then we'll get some balloons as well. I'm sure Sugar will enjoy freezing them all this evening, he says, before sitting back to enjoy watching his husband try to navigate the shift he's suddenly in. And he can't help it, feeling like for once he knows something and understands something that Remi does not. For a long time now Ronin has been the student, trying and failing to master himself under a dragon's claws, but the luxere is his first and oldest shift.
Alright, you linger there in the back of my mind, I'll take the reins, he decides, trying not to think about it too much as he becomes more of an active participant in his own body again. With a vibrant jingle and a toss of his antlered head, Ronin picks up the pace so he can trot them out of the woods and back along the snowy riverbank. I run, he says, as if Remi might have forgotten. At dawn or dusk, usually. And I stay busy. Next time we do this we should try it in Leafchange. Then it's worse. The urge to run twisted with the urge to fight, to rut, to have, and it was altogether a fucking mess, in Ronin's experience.
Alright, you linger there in the back of my mind, I'll take the reins, he decides, trying not to think about it too much as he becomes more of an active participant in his own body again. With a vibrant jingle and a toss of his antlered head, Ronin picks up the pace so he can trot them out of the woods and back along the snowy riverbank. I run, he says, as if Remi might have forgotten. At dawn or dusk, usually. And I stay busy. Next time we do this we should try it in Leafchange. Then it's worse. The urge to run twisted with the urge to fight, to rut, to have, and it was altogether a fucking mess, in Ronin's experience.
the ringing in my ears gets violent
