lights will guide you home, & ignite your bones
& i will try to fix you
& i will try to fix you
It doesn't take even half of Ronin's godly strength to usher you forward. Honestly, the strong breeze was making quick work of you before Ronin came along. But at least that was blowing in the right direction: away from the cliffs. "Nnnn—" You protest as he pushes you along, your shoes on the cliff doing absolutely nothing at all for you, traction-wise. "Oh no. My lips are sealed." You grump, fingers now trying to press through his jacket to find that soft pocket of skin above his hip that you might be able to tickle your way free.
'Something like this? This being theft with an outlander demi god with a penchant for finding himself in trouble?" You wonder, cheeks flushed from adrenaline and the chill of the wind. 'I don't have a life, like yours.' You protest weakly, your arm still around him, weirdly both enabling all of this even as you try and call it to a halt.
Because at the end of the day he is an outlander and a bit of a medical marvel.
'Something like this? This being theft with an outlander demi god with a penchant for finding himself in trouble?" You wonder, cheeks flushed from adrenaline and the chill of the wind. 'I don't have a life, like yours.' You protest weakly, your arm still around him, weirdly both enabling all of this even as you try and call it to a halt.
Because at the end of the day he is an outlander and a bit of a medical marvel.
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