you are terrifying and strange and beautiful
Smiling along with her, Ronin doesn't miss the tiredness in her expression. And he feels for his goddess, which has been one of the things to bind them so tightly together previously. "I'm not sure if you dream, Safrin, but I wish you sweet ones all the same," he murmurs, because what else can one do to lift the weight from a goddess's shoulders?
As it transpires? A lot.
His hands slip into hers freely, clasping them between warm fingers, and it's with a shuddering sigh of relief that he seems to melt into the blanket beneath them. "Bigger man or otherwise, I hope it brought it home, for him. What he has done. What he has lost." Ronin is frowning again before Safrin brings his attention back with the mention of the Flood. Or not the Flood exactly, but something far more precious.
"Kamaria?" he whispers, his brow furrowing. And unlike all things before now, this answer comes freely and easily given. He reaches out carelessly, perhaps, to wipe the tears from Safrin's cheeks. "I'll protect her like she's my own," he vows. "If she'll have me. And as long as she doesn't run off, like Seren." His smile is sad, but understanding. His own daughters' natures have always been wild - both of them - and he's come to terms with it now.
As it transpires? A lot.
His hands slip into hers freely, clasping them between warm fingers, and it's with a shuddering sigh of relief that he seems to melt into the blanket beneath them. "Bigger man or otherwise, I hope it brought it home, for him. What he has done. What he has lost." Ronin is frowning again before Safrin brings his attention back with the mention of the Flood. Or not the Flood exactly, but something far more precious.
"Kamaria?" he whispers, his brow furrowing. And unlike all things before now, this answer comes freely and easily given. He reaches out carelessly, perhaps, to wipe the tears from Safrin's cheeks. "I'll protect her like she's my own," he vows. "If she'll have me. And as long as she doesn't run off, like Seren." His smile is sad, but understanding. His own daughters' natures have always been wild - both of them - and he's come to terms with it now.
The huntsman
