RONIN
"No," Ronin says softly, his brow furrowing, "I can't."
Rising slowly to his feet, his goddess declining his offer would have stung all by itself, but mention of Hadama's name seizes something in his blood made fiery by the season, put there by Safrin's own hands. The Nova offers little more than a brief feathering of his jaw, dancing on a tightrope of control, but the starlight that fractures out from him says everything that words do not.
"Of course," he murmurs, bowing his head. "I wished only to see you, to show you gratitude for everything you did for Caido. For me. And to offer myself again, if you still needed it." But perhaps HaDaMa has more to offer than Ronin does, and the prickly envy in his thoughts is plain for Safrin to read.
Rising slowly to his feet, his goddess declining his offer would have stung all by itself, but mention of Hadama's name seizes something in his blood made fiery by the season, put there by Safrin's own hands. The Nova offers little more than a brief feathering of his jaw, dancing on a tightrope of control, but the starlight that fractures out from him says everything that words do not.
"Of course," he murmurs, bowing his head. "I wished only to see you, to show you gratitude for everything you did for Caido. For me. And to offer myself again, if you still needed it." But perhaps HaDaMa has more to offer than Ronin does, and the prickly envy in his thoughts is plain for Safrin to read.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
