this madness of now

Ronin hurtled down the beach with a mad little smile. And when he spotted the lonely little bit of coastline and the silhouette of his husband upon it, he let out a mad little laugh. He had awoken with the fingers of dawn, unable to look at or face the smouldering pile of bones that was, for all intents and purposes, the last remnants of a life they had lived together. A life long gone. So he had gone for a walk. The mare pulling the wagon was unhappy with the pace, and Ronin would feel maybe a fraction bad for it sooner or later, but for now the wide wheels were making good progress on the sand. And what’s more, the merchant who had stepped away to relieve himself would have no chance of catching him now. ”Remi!” he called across the beach in a voice rough and raw and ridiculously amused, hoping to get his husband’s attention. RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.