we live in a world someone else imagined
It was enough, just for a few moments, to lean into Amalia’s touch and warmth, to close his eyes against the light and the churn of the waves below. He pressed a kiss against her hair and sat back, wiping at his eyes and taking a shuddering breath in. Ronin looked at her properly now, checking for bruises or cuts or illness, the Star only seeming satisfied after his scrutiny. ”Are you in Torchline for long?” he asked, his voice half lost over the edge of the outcrop.
Turning to glance out there, Ronin enjoyed the endlessness of it for a bit, the wind tousling his hair and caressing his cheeks. ”It’s monsoon season, or so I have been told. We’ll want to be up somewhere high like this when it comes, if that’s true.” Classic Ronin; deflecting away from the trauma, as usual.
Turning to glance out there, Ronin enjoyed the endlessness of it for a bit, the wind tousling his hair and caressing his cheeks. ”It’s monsoon season, or so I have been told. We’ll want to be up somewhere high like this when it comes, if that’s true.” Classic Ronin; deflecting away from the trauma, as usual.
the dark star
