you are terrifying and strange and beautiful
Ronin doesn't need to say it, but he absolutely concurs. Despite living literally on Caido's, y'know, mountain, he doesn't want anything to do with the god of gods - or the majority of any other gods, honestly. "From what I've heard, there aren't really many Ascended left," he admits. "Almost all of them died in the war. I imagine those who were left weren't really the Wessexes and Nates of the world, so they're just trying to... move on now, I guess?" He shrugs, not knowing and not caring enough to find out.
"Either way, suffice to say I'm not sad that nothing has come of it so far," he concludes, lifting their empty wine bottle as if imagining that it might have somehow refilled itself, before sighing and setting it down again. "And I'm not sad that it's a blur, in some ways. It wasn't the kindest place to live." And given that he'd been a blueblood, he can realise that now without any of his former naivete.
Letting his head rest atop Remi's, Ronin slips an arm around his husband and lets his fingers whisper across his good arm and across his chest, letting out a sigh that's nothing less than utterly content. "You're so corny," he says affectionately, his smile audible in his voice. "But also right."
"Either way, suffice to say I'm not sad that nothing has come of it so far," he concludes, lifting their empty wine bottle as if imagining that it might have somehow refilled itself, before sighing and setting it down again. "And I'm not sad that it's a blur, in some ways. It wasn't the kindest place to live." And given that he'd been a blueblood, he can realise that now without any of his former naivete.
Letting his head rest atop Remi's, Ronin slips an arm around his husband and lets his fingers whisper across his good arm and across his chest, letting out a sigh that's nothing less than utterly content. "You're so corny," he says affectionately, his smile audible in his voice. "But also right."
The huntsman
