the things we hold are always the first to go
Safrin’s laughter - a pure and gorgeous thing that Ronin could barely remember - was enough to have him glancing up from his reverie, the surprise on his face melting into a smile that he’d caught from the sound of her delight. ”I mean... I suppose that I assumed... He laughed as well, quietly and almost disbelievingly. He assumed that Safrin would be much more like Amalia than she would ever be like him.
It sounded very foolish now that he was saying it and thinking about it in context, the guildmaster hanging on his goddess’s words. He had already made his choice, it was true. He had made that choice long ago in the Storm Guard. When had things gotten so muddled? ”What of it?” he agreed at last, leaning his shoulder against Safrin. ”I have missed you.”
It sounded very foolish now that he was saying it and thinking about it in context, the guildmaster hanging on his goddess’s words. He had already made his choice, it was true. He had made that choice long ago in the Storm Guard. When had things gotten so muddled? ”What of it?” he agreed at last, leaning his shoulder against Safrin. ”I have missed you.”
