I will fight the end
Ronin is sorry, because he doesn't truly want to be here. Not even in his dreams.
But that doesn't mean he isn't here, fretfully asleep and deeply dreaming, the Huntsman appearing swathed in clouds with starlight twinkling in his eyes, reflected in the form his goddess is taking.
"Lady of the stars," he murmurs, dropping to one knee as if it is second nature for him - because let's be honest, it is. If he notices Noah, he doesn't show it, his eyes all for his goddess and whatever they have brought them here to do.
And if there's a twist of fear in the pit of his stomach, so be it. It's not as though he could hide it from Safrin anyway.
But that doesn't mean he isn't here, fretfully asleep and deeply dreaming, the Huntsman appearing swathed in clouds with starlight twinkling in his eyes, reflected in the form his goddess is taking.
"Lady of the stars," he murmurs, dropping to one knee as if it is second nature for him - because let's be honest, it is. If he notices Noah, he doesn't show it, his eyes all for his goddess and whatever they have brought them here to do.
And if there's a twist of fear in the pit of his stomach, so be it. It's not as though he could hide it from Safrin anyway.
'til the end is here
