RONIN
Well shit this guy was strong. And big. And... well, Ronin defended himself internally by reminding himself that he'd come back from the dead weak as a kitten, and that was why he tired so easily.
But there was no getting around the fact that Deimos treated the water like it was an object to be moulded, and it moved out of his way with ease. Ronin, though - well, in fairness he'd been here for a long time before Deimos showed up (his pride appreciated the attempt to soothe it), and so he was definitely the first one to yield, bobbing back to the stone for a rest.
"Damn," he panted, grinning and sweeping his hair out of his face. "You're fucking good at this. You swim a lot?"
But there was no getting around the fact that Deimos treated the water like it was an object to be moulded, and it moved out of his way with ease. Ronin, though - well, in fairness he'd been here for a long time before Deimos showed up (his pride appreciated the attempt to soothe it), and so he was definitely the first one to yield, bobbing back to the stone for a rest.
"Damn," he panted, grinning and sweeping his hair out of his face. "You're fucking good at this. You swim a lot?"
a star in someone else's sky
