I swear I still believe but I don't know
Feeling too cold and looking too pale, Ronin is a hollowed out thing that Remi finds in the mess of blankets and furs they've made together in the night, but he seeks out his husband's warmth nonetheless. Leaning into the hand against his cheek, his emotions swell like a slow flood rather than a panicked wave - worry, dread, fear, confusion - all of which likely don't help to build a picture of what has happened for the Lullaby.
"Safrin came back," he whispers. "She couldn't stop it-- what's coming, she couldn't--" Huffing out a breath and reaching up to weakly wrap his fingers about Remi's wrist, his brow furrows. "...Nearly killed her," he mumbles. "Tried to help." And it would have killed him, too, if his goddess hadn't the foresight to stop.
"Safrin came back," he whispers. "She couldn't stop it-- what's coming, she couldn't--" Huffing out a breath and reaching up to weakly wrap his fingers about Remi's wrist, his brow furrows. "...Nearly killed her," he mumbles. "Tried to help." And it would have killed him, too, if his goddess hadn't the foresight to stop.
the supernova
