'till your fingers decompose
If Safrin is pleased at all by the reactions her words and inaction have caused, her face does not show it. Instead, she watches him rise, looking almost bored as his glow pulses brighter than the candles he'd so painstakingly lit.
"I suppose it took you a full season to find all these things, then?" Looking around the Nova at the delicate glass placed around the candles and the cloth on the ground, she shifts her stare back to Ronin and raises an eyebrow. In a blink, the room is alight with candles that float in the air, orbited by small stars of coloured glass. The stone beneath their feet is been covered by textiles so luxurious as to feel nearly fluffy despite their strength.
"There is nothing you can bring that I cannot make for myself. " Safrin says through slightly clenched teeth. So saying, the glass stars fall all at once just as the floor returns to stone, ensuring they would all smash. "Nothing except for your presence, and yet.." A trickle of emotion briefly warped Safrin's features, revealing a portrait of a grieving heartbroken woman beneath a veneer of hostility and pride.
"But I suppose you've been busy." Working on his houseboat. Training. Running errands for Torchline.
"I suppose it took you a full season to find all these things, then?" Looking around the Nova at the delicate glass placed around the candles and the cloth on the ground, she shifts her stare back to Ronin and raises an eyebrow. In a blink, the room is alight with candles that float in the air, orbited by small stars of coloured glass. The stone beneath their feet is been covered by textiles so luxurious as to feel nearly fluffy despite their strength.
"There is nothing you can bring that I cannot make for myself. " Safrin says through slightly clenched teeth. So saying, the glass stars fall all at once just as the floor returns to stone, ensuring they would all smash. "Nothing except for your presence, and yet.." A trickle of emotion briefly warped Safrin's features, revealing a portrait of a grieving heartbroken woman beneath a veneer of hostility and pride.
"But I suppose you've been busy." Working on his houseboat. Training. Running errands for Torchline.
keep my hand in yours.
