it's fine to fake it 'till you make it
Watching Ronin stroll up the beach, the Huntsman isn't alone in the echoes of nostalgia. With no blood spraying his clothes and with an ease in his step not seen in years, the goddess is reminded of the boyish hunter she'd met by the Oasis so many years before. How naive he'd been then, and how willing. Now both the years, as well as her own actions, had hardened him into something strong and beautiful, but she couldn't help but miss the young man who'd looked at her with such reverence and boyish affection.
"I did." Safrin agrees with a bright smile, before beckoning Ronin to join her in the water. Gone were the days of invading his dreams and obscuring his memories that she might have him all to herself in precisely the ways she wanted him. Now, it was with nothing more than a flick of her wrist that she invited him to her, allowing him the freedom to say no.
"I did." Safrin agrees with a bright smile, before beckoning Ronin to join her in the water. Gone were the days of invading his dreams and obscuring his memories that she might have him all to herself in precisely the ways she wanted him. Now, it was with nothing more than a flick of her wrist that she invited him to her, allowing him the freedom to say no.
'till you do. 'till it's true.
