the dark star
"Ooh, the sToRm. I like that, very edgy." Ronin's voice is muffled where he's all but wrapped himself into Sunjata's wing, only his blue eyes visible for a moment, and they are very serious indeed about the Storm and his magnificent abilities. "What, so you can make the ground wet and then electrocute everyone?" He raises his eyebrows, snapping his teeth at the little feathers that come to prod at his cheek. Only then does he let Sunjata shift the wing away should he want to, straightening back up on the bar stool.
He snorts at the mere idea of being cold. "Nah, I'm just a hugger. You know that," he reminds the other man. "It snows in Stormbreak - that's cold, compared to here in Torchline at Deepfrost. You should use those big ol' dragon wings and come visit me some time." The storms are gone, after all. No reason why Sunjata couldn't.
He snorts at the mere idea of being cold. "Nah, I'm just a hugger. You know that," he reminds the other man. "It snows in Stormbreak - that's cold, compared to here in Torchline at Deepfrost. You should use those big ol' dragon wings and come visit me some time." The storms are gone, after all. No reason why Sunjata couldn't.
a monster in my heart
a ghost inside my chest
a ghost inside my chest
RONIN
