I swear I still believe but I don't know
Ronin tried not to spend the majority of his evenings drinking any more. Not since his reconciliation with Remi and his conversation with Safrin. No, the hunter was doing his best these days to make something good of himself again, but gods if it wasn't a tough challenge. So before heading home - and after a long, rough day of skimming the shallows for a creature that the fishermen had been advising was eating all their catches, he was rewarding himself with a single drink.
All too easy to turn into two or five or ten, and it was the soft, cold nose in his ear that persistently kept his attention. Smiling, Ronin turned his head and nodded to Sugar, as if to promise that he would stick to his limit. About to take the final gulp of his drink, he was surprised to hear a voice half familiar, a voice from another world.
He turned in his seat and found himself face to face with the tanned skin and bright eyes of someone so close to Vanya that it made his stomach flop uncomfortably just to look at him. "...Saiden?" he asked, his voice low and suddenly rough.
All too easy to turn into two or five or ten, and it was the soft, cold nose in his ear that persistently kept his attention. Smiling, Ronin turned his head and nodded to Sugar, as if to promise that he would stick to his limit. About to take the final gulp of his drink, he was surprised to hear a voice half familiar, a voice from another world.
He turned in his seat and found himself face to face with the tanned skin and bright eyes of someone so close to Vanya that it made his stomach flop uncomfortably just to look at him. "...Saiden?" he asked, his voice low and suddenly rough.
the dark star
