RONIN
the dark star
Grinning back at Melita (and mussing her already wild locks for good measure), Ronin dutifully follows Maeve into the tunnels. "We don't call them picnics any more," he informs her with a sly smirk, though he does, of course, think of his husband, and soon enough the Fingers are illuminated with gentle starlight. "How's that for you? If it's too bright, that's too bad," he teases.
The back soon leads them to a veritable wall of ice, Ronin tilting his head and glancing back to his two companions. He isn't to know that Jack is the one to put this here, of course. "Guess we should just blast through it, huh?" He smiles, and a starbolt shoots off to do just that. "Good thing we've all got something fiery up our sleeves, right?
The back soon leads them to a veritable wall of ice, Ronin tilting his head and glancing back to his two companions. He isn't to know that Jack is the one to put this here, of course. "Guess we should just blast through it, huh?" He smiles, and a starbolt shoots off to do just that. "Good thing we've all got something fiery up our sleeves, right?
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
