Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
An imperceptible shiver runs through the Hunter as he feels the impossible caress of the song, through his hairline and down his spine and right the way through the rest of him. His lips continue to recite those silent sullables, but he can already feel the draw of the melody, and he's taken two steps towards the water before he realises it. Fortifying his willpower and clutching the chain between his fingers, it's with determined blue eyes that he pins his eyes on the mist.
"No no," he whispers as the song swells and fills his ears and mind, "you come to me." The sigh he lets out is shaky, however, because all the counterspells in the world won't account for a siren's call. He could have brought ear plugs, of course - and he has them, just in case - but for this part, it needs to be real.
"No no," he whispers as the song swells and fills his ears and mind, "you come to me." The sigh he lets out is shaky, however, because all the counterspells in the world won't account for a siren's call. He could have brought ear plugs, of course - and he has them, just in case - but for this part, it needs to be real.
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
