the wounds are open and bleeding out
"Another one of those fucking flowers, is it?" The voice that echoed through the hollows of the Spire hardly sounded like Ronin's; gruff and sneering, it said exactly what he thought of Vi's Roses.
The ex-captain all but strolled out from behind one of the larger pieces of crumbling Spire stone, his coat caught in a harsh, Deepfrost gale, his hair dirty and ruffled. Cold eyes regarded the Launceleyn as he attempted to dig a sweet little hole for the plant. He scoffed.
"And what exactly do you think it's going to do, Loren? It's a single rose." he snorted, circling around the other man much in the way a predator might.
The ex-captain all but strolled out from behind one of the larger pieces of crumbling Spire stone, his coat caught in a harsh, Deepfrost gale, his hair dirty and ruffled. Cold eyes regarded the Launceleyn as he attempted to dig a sweet little hole for the plant. He scoffed.
"And what exactly do you think it's going to do, Loren? It's a single rose." he snorted, circling around the other man much in the way a predator might.
THE
FALLEN STAR
