'till your fingers decompose
"I would be proud to have you wield them in my name." Safrin's smile is radiant as she holds Koa's gaze, his copper stare like twin suns in the expansive depths of her galaxies.
Tutting softly under her breath, rather than acknowledging the thoughts that she knows are twisting in the back of the dragoon's mind like insidious roots, instead the goddess reaches out for him yet again, her palms against his cheeks that she might lift his lowered head. Smoothing her thumbs down his cheeks, Safrin sighs adoringly. Where Koa's thoughts were on Ronin's warnings, Safrin's were simply on Ronin; the man he had been, once upon a time, but only because of the similarities she now noticed between her former star and the man before her.
Once Ronin had been kind, naive, and aimless. He's been a fledgling hero in his own right with a heart that yearned for love and purpose.
Sound like anyone you know?
"Tell me, is there anything else you need, Koa?"
Tutting softly under her breath, rather than acknowledging the thoughts that she knows are twisting in the back of the dragoon's mind like insidious roots, instead the goddess reaches out for him yet again, her palms against his cheeks that she might lift his lowered head. Smoothing her thumbs down his cheeks, Safrin sighs adoringly. Where Koa's thoughts were on Ronin's warnings, Safrin's were simply on Ronin; the man he had been, once upon a time, but only because of the similarities she now noticed between her former star and the man before her.
Once Ronin had been kind, naive, and aimless. He's been a fledgling hero in his own right with a heart that yearned for love and purpose.
Sound like anyone you know?
"Tell me, is there anything else you need, Koa?"
keep my hand in yours.
