the dark star
It wasn’t a comforting thing, that lack of confirmation, but of course Ronin could only understand. He understood infinitely, standing with his face cupped in the hands of a goddess, and though tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, he nodded gentle understanding. ”Thank you,” he whispered, his fingers whispering over the back of her hand before he let it drop to his side.
”Thank you even for letting me try.” And bruised as his soul was from the experience, Ronin meant it. ”Is there anything more I can do?” For you? In general? Honestly, for a moment it was enough to simply stand in her light, warm and without pain.
”Thank you even for letting me try.” And bruised as his soul was from the experience, Ronin meant it. ”Is there anything more I can do?” For you? In general? Honestly, for a moment it was enough to simply stand in her light, warm and without pain.
a monster in my heart
a ghost inside my chest
a ghost inside my chest
RONIN
