and on to the glory at my right hand
I did, Ronin confirms, his head bowed, eyes closing briefly to enjoy the cool caress of the air, the scent of the lilies, but he glances up in time to see Safrin unfurl like the petals of the flowers he'd brought for her. You have always been there before I did something potentially foolish and heroic. Why change the habit of a lifetime? Besides, there's something about this moment, this night - the Tower falling again - that has unearthed memories of another brewing war, another bloody conflict.
Managing, just about, to offer her a lopsided smile, Ronin sits back on his heels and glances immediately towards the image of Dahlia that Safrin conjures, the pulsing void that riddles her form. He cringes before he can stop himself - the way the goddess presents the Reaper reminds him of an infection but worse, as if she's been entirely overtaken by the veins of purple. Nodding gently at Safrin's remarks, his gaze catches on the rose she produces, and his mouth is falling open before she even gets as far as pricking the illusion with one of the thorns.
No, he says disbelievingly, as if he can't understand having missed something that seems so logically obvious in retrospect. A flower that can cleanse void from regions, from people... why not The Family? All this time...
Shaking his head as if to recover form his own stupidity, he clears his throat and gazes back to the goddess, eyes clear and jaw set with determination. Thank you, he says, reverent and soft. Thank you so much for this.
Managing, just about, to offer her a lopsided smile, Ronin sits back on his heels and glances immediately towards the image of Dahlia that Safrin conjures, the pulsing void that riddles her form. He cringes before he can stop himself - the way the goddess presents the Reaper reminds him of an infection but worse, as if she's been entirely overtaken by the veins of purple. Nodding gently at Safrin's remarks, his gaze catches on the rose she produces, and his mouth is falling open before she even gets as far as pricking the illusion with one of the thorns.
No, he says disbelievingly, as if he can't understand having missed something that seems so logically obvious in retrospect. A flower that can cleanse void from regions, from people... why not The Family? All this time...
Shaking his head as if to recover form his own stupidity, he clears his throat and gazes back to the goddess, eyes clear and jaw set with determination. Thank you, he says, reverent and soft. Thank you so much for this.
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