RONIN
THE DARK STAR
"Yeah, me..." Too goes unsaid, and they're both whisked away into the shadows. Safrin's voice lingers in his mind as they appear in a bewitching sort of garden, the Star gazing around until his eyes land on the lady of the stars and a smile crosses his face. He's underdressed, his shirt open and his pants unbuttoned, hair still damp and a towel in hand. A snapshot of domestication, this is unexpected to say the least.
Still, he flickers a lingering, warm look at Remi, as if to tell him it will be alright, and crosses the grasses to stand under the tree with Safrin. He's careful not to look at either of the Freys, not knowing what will happen if he does, instead gazing up at his goddess as he draws close. "This place is beautiful," he remarks.
Still, he flickers a lingering, warm look at Remi, as if to tell him it will be alright, and crosses the grasses to stand under the tree with Safrin. He's careful not to look at either of the Freys, not knowing what will happen if he does, instead gazing up at his goddess as he draws close. "This place is beautiful," he remarks.
now don’t you lose hope
I swear I never dream that we’re alone
I swear I still believe but I don’t know
