there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
Raising a brow to hear Safrin speak, Ronin can't help but wonder where she's going with it before his eyes widen a fraction, and no sooner is a smile properly blooming on his face when her fingers are cupping his jaw. "Then that is what I'll be," he confirms with a gentle nod, still able to feel her kiss lingering on his cheek as if her lips are static. He feels buoyant in a way that he hasn't since first meeting her in the Glade, and he doesn't dare say so lest the spell be broken.
Luckily for him, Safrin cements the start of their new agreement with yet more good news, and Ronin's expression is unabashedly relieved and grateful. "I will," he promises, feeling the strange and boyish urge to let his arms encircle her waist and to lift her in the water, like they are dancing. Wisely, perhaps, it remains only an urge, and the newly minted Supernova releases her instead.
"Until then, Safrin. Thank you again."
~FIN
Luckily for him, Safrin cements the start of their new agreement with yet more good news, and Ronin's expression is unabashedly relieved and grateful. "I will," he promises, feeling the strange and boyish urge to let his arms encircle her waist and to lift her in the water, like they are dancing. Wisely, perhaps, it remains only an urge, and the newly minted Supernova releases her instead.
"Until then, Safrin. Thank you again."
~FIN
RONIN
