the wounds are open and bleeding out
A sneer curled across Ronin's lips as Loren clutched the rose to his chest like it was his baby, or some precious artifact. A weed, more like. The ex-captain strolled to a halt a few feet away from the summoner, gazing down at him with disdain, as if he was fighting not to roll his eyes. "Nothing," he said simply. "It will do precisely nothing. Just like every other pathetic plan people have come up with."
As the librarian mentioned the gods, Ronin spat at his feet, the saliva black as night. "Fuck the gods," he said, slowly and airily - it was freeing, not to have to pretend at piety any longer, or to care about the fate that would befall this rotten lump of dirt.
But it seemed as though his compelling arguments were going to do precisely nothing to stop Loren, much to his chagrin. Eyes sharpening and every muscle growing tense, Ronin all but growled as the rose was lowered into the ground. He surged forward - or at least he would appear to. The astral projection of Ronin would launch itself at Loren, aiming a dirty boot in a vicious kick towards the rose and any other part of the Launceleyn it could reach.
Of course, it wouldn't do anything but sail through the intended target, given that it couldn't affect anything in the physical world. But it made Ronin laugh, at least. And laugh he did, a spiteful sound that rang throughout the grounds of the Spire.
As the librarian mentioned the gods, Ronin spat at his feet, the saliva black as night. "Fuck the gods," he said, slowly and airily - it was freeing, not to have to pretend at piety any longer, or to care about the fate that would befall this rotten lump of dirt.
But it seemed as though his compelling arguments were going to do precisely nothing to stop Loren, much to his chagrin. Eyes sharpening and every muscle growing tense, Ronin all but growled as the rose was lowered into the ground. He surged forward - or at least he would appear to. The astral projection of Ronin would launch itself at Loren, aiming a dirty boot in a vicious kick towards the rose and any other part of the Launceleyn it could reach.
Of course, it wouldn't do anything but sail through the intended target, given that it couldn't affect anything in the physical world. But it made Ronin laugh, at least. And laugh he did, a spiteful sound that rang throughout the grounds of the Spire.
THE
FALLEN STAR
