everything has its wonders
"And medicine, if it comes to that." Ronin shrugs gently beneath her hand, his smile lopsided. Hell, it works for him most nights already, and since having to take a very impromptu nap to guide a Spyglass out of his own nightmares, there's always that to count on too. Still, the Dragoons soon fade from his mind - whatever dance they are dancing, Ronin isn't stupid enough to think he's immune to it. Safrin is a goddess, one he has been drawn to since the moment he first came to a shrine in Caido.
So he bends willingly to whisper sweetness into her ear, his body relaxing under her touch, his hand itching to slip around her waist and hold her close. Lips part, as if to describe all of this to her in great detail, though she will doubtlessly feel him smile on the precipice of speaking. "You will have to slip into my dreams and find out, won't you?" he suggests, drawing back enough to gaze at her with warmth in his eyes.
"Will you help me? Please?"
So he bends willingly to whisper sweetness into her ear, his body relaxing under her touch, his hand itching to slip around her waist and hold her close. Lips part, as if to describe all of this to her in great detail, though she will doubtlessly feel him smile on the precipice of speaking. "You will have to slip into my dreams and find out, won't you?" he suggests, drawing back enough to gaze at her with warmth in his eyes.
"Will you help me? Please?"
even darkness and silence
