zephyr
Eager to prove ourselves heroes, are we? You snort loudly and without any attempt to hide it, raising your split brow and crossing your arms in a speak for yourself, idiot, kind of look. Unlike the rest of them you have absolutely no interest in being a hero, and would be just as happy leaving the jungle well enough alone. You're only here because your girlfriend (are we saying that?) is a single mother of an ever-growing number of rather foolish orphans, and you want to win brownie points by keeping them alive.
Zest la cheese, or whatever they say. You purse your lips in a huh, not bad frown as the governess splits in two, clearly impressed by this trick. Falling back to where the maybe-not-Ronin trails, you raise a brow to it. Him? "So d'you'n th'other one always think th'same, or d'ya ever wonder what it'd be like t'run off an' live yer own life? Start a farm somewhere, raise a couple ducks?"
Zeph stays towards the back with Astral!Ronin and asks it (him?) some existential questions.
Zest la cheese, or whatever they say. You purse your lips in a huh, not bad frown as the governess splits in two, clearly impressed by this trick. Falling back to where the maybe-not-Ronin trails, you raise a brow to it. Him? "So d'you'n th'other one always think th'same, or d'ya ever wonder what it'd be like t'run off an' live yer own life? Start a farm somewhere, raise a couple ducks?"
Zeph stays towards the back with Astral!Ronin and asks it (him?) some existential questions.
give your heart to a wanderer
who found your soul and called it home
who found your soul and called it home
