arms give away your need
Oblivious to Remi's sickening revelations or the way they've seized and coiled inside him, Ronin will be exactly where the other man left him when he headed out to the marketplace. Curled on his side in bed, the Knight cares little for the sunlight that still plays across his cheeks or the cries of seabirds or the call of people on the beach nearby; he watches the world outside the windows of the Northaven with unseeing eyes, his face half buried in the pillow he clutches against him.
"Mm?" Glancing belatedly around at the Bastion, Ronin manages a flicker of a smile that vanishes as quickly as it appeared, soon turning back towards the window and the view that holds very little of his attention. "That's okay," he says, his voice hoarse from lack of use and rough with thirst. "I'm not hungry." He hasn't been for over a week, and even the supposed closure of Seren's funeral hasn't changed it.
"Sorry it was a wasted trip, though," he adds.
"Mm?" Glancing belatedly around at the Bastion, Ronin manages a flicker of a smile that vanishes as quickly as it appeared, soon turning back towards the window and the view that holds very little of his attention. "That's okay," he says, his voice hoarse from lack of use and rough with thirst. "I'm not hungry." He hasn't been for over a week, and even the supposed closure of Seren's funeral hasn't changed it.
"Sorry it was a wasted trip, though," he adds.
tie them up and around me
and play me as you please
RONIN
