Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
Mmhm, mmhm, he's beginning to see how he might have fucked up here. Or rather, the tiny part of him that's still capable of rational thought is beginning to see that. The rest of him has one hell of a craving, and he's tottering on the edge of the docks as the siren promises to sate it. Remi, he thinks, weakly and quietly, because if this doesn't happen now and he's in the water, his chances of survival absolutely plummet.
But there's nothing happening, there's no one coming. And while it's an awful idea because he absolutely can't take this thing on alone unless he pulls out all the stops (and that's guaranteed to get him in more trouble than he can handle)... well, he's full of awful ideas. Stuttering in a breath, Ronin flicks out the silver chain for it to coil around the siren's wrist, snagging tight, as if he might haul her out of the water.
Yeah, he doubts it too, don't worry.
But there's nothing happening, there's no one coming. And while it's an awful idea because he absolutely can't take this thing on alone unless he pulls out all the stops (and that's guaranteed to get him in more trouble than he can handle)... well, he's full of awful ideas. Stuttering in a breath, Ronin flicks out the silver chain for it to coil around the siren's wrist, snagging tight, as if he might haul her out of the water.
Yeah, he doubts it too, don't worry.
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
