sweet dreams till sunbeams find you, sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
'Oh don't look at me like that.' Safrin replied, her voice wavering with the pout that he'd banished from his own. 'How many times have you come to me looking for purpose, and now that I call it what it is, you act surprised by it.' With a soft sigh, the goddess all but tossed her hands up in mock annoyance at him, before shaking her head with nothing but adoration in her eyes. 'Handsome and charming as you might be Ronin, followed by a dragon no less, I'd not have you be a white knight. I'd not have you wear the crown they once tried to force upon you. But that doesn't mean I'd see you wandering about either, burying your head in the sand because Remi says to, squandering your talents on wayward monsters."
Stretching out her hand again to brush at the line of his jaw, Safrin smiled sadly. "You're meant for so much more than that life, sugar." She said, the weight of responsibility one that she knew all too well.
Humming gently, the goddess shrugged her shoulders as if she truly didn't know. "Is that really what you're asking Ronin?" Safrin asked, glancing at him over her shoulder, the flower spinning in her fingertips. "For things to go on as they were, even feeling what you now feel?" Could you really leave her there, knowing what it means for her?
Turning to face him, wanting him to come to her of course, but leaving the distance between them as it was, Safrin let her eyes rake over him with soul-piercing clarity as if he were some zen garden shaken wildly out of shape that she now laboriously was trying to piece together again. "You never were afraid of the hard choices, Ronin. Never afraid of doing the hard tasks. Who are you now, that you even consider leaving things as they are?"
Stretching out her hand again to brush at the line of his jaw, Safrin smiled sadly. "You're meant for so much more than that life, sugar." She said, the weight of responsibility one that she knew all too well.
Humming gently, the goddess shrugged her shoulders as if she truly didn't know. "Is that really what you're asking Ronin?" Safrin asked, glancing at him over her shoulder, the flower spinning in her fingertips. "For things to go on as they were, even feeling what you now feel?" Could you really leave her there, knowing what it means for her?
Turning to face him, wanting him to come to her of course, but leaving the distance between them as it was, Safrin let her eyes rake over him with soul-piercing clarity as if he were some zen garden shaken wildly out of shape that she now laboriously was trying to piece together again. "You never were afraid of the hard choices, Ronin. Never afraid of doing the hard tasks. Who are you now, that you even consider leaving things as they are?"
but in your dreams whatever they be, dream a little dream of me
