R O N I N
Ronin believed her - wisely, he hushed up with his apologies and flashed
A bit of flint, some kindling and patience on his part, and soon he was nursing the tiniest of flames in the hearth. Around them skeletons of wooden furniture hunched together, looking dry enough to use for fuel. But before Ronin could go and fetch any, he turned to find Van kneeling down beside him. A warm smile lit up his face, especially as she spoke, and he nudged her as if to tell her to stop being so mushy.
"I meant it, you know. When I said I love you," he murmured, almost under his breath. He watched the flames for a second, a touch of pink flushing his cheeks, and leant into her touch eagerly. He kissed her back without hesitation, his hand reaching up to rest atop hers, only for something cold and awful to coil deep within him as those words fell from her lips. We need to talk.
"We do...?"
