RONIN
the dark star
It's a thoroughly battered, bruised and freezing cold Huntsman who corrals Maeve and Melita from the depths of Rae's Fingers, and while his ears are still ringing from the roar of collapsing stone behind them, the sun already feels a little warmer, and the whisper of the ocean against the sand is a soothing contrast.
"I'll take a double," he says, his voice a touch hoarse as he rolls his shoulder and straightens up, flashing a smile towards the two women. "I can't stick around for too long, though - I've got a long flight home. Hopefully it'll warm me up, too."
"I'll take a double," he says, his voice a touch hoarse as he rolls his shoulder and straightens up, flashing a smile towards the two women. "I can't stick around for too long, though - I've got a long flight home. Hopefully it'll warm me up, too."
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
