Ronan smiled at his words, before Sama'el paused in the darkness, breathing audibly. He squinted, trying to make out his expression.
Before the Elders and Ankals. That was enough. That was everything. Ronan tried to stifle the excitement bubbling up inside of him. It was the thought of family - of being part of something solid and strong.
"Brother in heart, brother in name," he swore quietely, finally pulling his hand from Sam's shoulder. "Blood doesn't matter anymore."
It truly made no difference. Ronan saw Sama'el as family, whether blood and breeding dictated it or not. After all, were the Drykas not all family anyway? They were united by their struggle in the grasses, by their marks and their Striders.
"I would be honoured."
Before the Elders and Ankals. That was enough. That was everything. Ronan tried to stifle the excitement bubbling up inside of him. It was the thought of family - of being part of something solid and strong.
"Brother in heart, brother in name," he swore quietely, finally pulling his hand from Sam's shoulder. "Blood doesn't matter anymore."
It truly made no difference. Ronan saw Sama'el as family, whether blood and breeding dictated it or not. After all, were the Drykas not all family anyway? They were united by their struggle in the grasses, by their marks and their Striders.
"I would be honoured."