Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
"I'm merely giving you the perfect opportunity to prove me wrong - or right," Ronin chirps, settling to stand on the waterfront and squinting through the heavy snowfall - and that's even before the mist begins to roll in. It's with ruddy cheeks and fingers threatening to go numb that he carefully begins to thread the chain through his hands, giving it more of a focus than anything the siren might be up to.
Smart is relative, he thinks back to the wendigo, even as his lips begin to form wordless syllables in a language not his own. She might have gotten cocky, after so many kills. But at least there weren't any more banshees around, right? Glancing up and narrowing his eyes at the mist, he thinks he can hear something moving through the water, thinks he can perhaps hear the beginnings of a melody. I can't see a thing.
Smart is relative, he thinks back to the wendigo, even as his lips begin to form wordless syllables in a language not his own. She might have gotten cocky, after so many kills. But at least there weren't any more banshees around, right? Glancing up and narrowing his eyes at the mist, he thinks he can hear something moving through the water, thinks he can perhaps hear the beginnings of a melody. I can't see a thing.
sink into the wasteland underneath
stay for the night, I'll sell you a dream
stay for the night, I'll sell you a dream
