Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
He's been expecting the question, in truth, Ronin smiling into his (mostly empty) cup now and weighing up how to respond. "It's really weird," he says eventually, laughing at his own vague description. "It doesn't obey the laws of physics the way this realm does. And like I said, there are different territories. The spaces in fae tend to warp and change depending on whose ground you're on, and how they're feeling at the time." Sort of like wandering through someone's lucid dream, he supposes.
Ronin is fully expecting some kind of strange compromise in return for Remi's coffee-making, so when he replies so earnestly and with a remark so simple and yet not, the hunter can do little more than smile at him and offer a warm nod. "Yeah, of course. Thank you," he says, before chuckling. "I'll add this to my growing list of reasons why I think this trial should be made permanent," he decides.
Ronin is fully expecting some kind of strange compromise in return for Remi's coffee-making, so when he replies so earnestly and with a remark so simple and yet not, the hunter can do little more than smile at him and offer a warm nod. "Yeah, of course. Thank you," he says, before chuckling. "I'll add this to my growing list of reasons why I think this trial should be made permanent," he decides.
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
