RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
The Huntsman does feel it indeed, Ronin squeezing his husband's hand and offering him a soft smile, even before the admission of love spills from his lips. His gaze lingers more on Bastien than Rexanna, of course, remembering the man he'd once called his good friend, the interests they'd shared and the conversations they'd held. All gone now, but at least he'd never had to face him in an open conflict. At least he had died before the war. (And what a macabre thought that is).
"I love you too," he whispers to Remi, leaning in to kiss his cheek. Nodding gently, he beckons Mateo from the treats table and turns to usher them away from the Feverlands. Floating lanterns and memories of loved ones will be there next year, he's sure. He just hopes he doesn't have to hang any new lanterns.
"I love you too," he whispers to Remi, leaning in to kiss his cheek. Nodding gently, he beckons Mateo from the treats table and turns to usher them away from the Feverlands. Floating lanterns and memories of loved ones will be there next year, he's sure. He just hopes he doesn't have to hang any new lanterns.
show me your darkness.
