RONIN
Ronin tilts his head to Maeve, surprised to hear the sudden spill of personal information, though he puts it down to the stars, the darkness, the fact that it only seems to be the two of them between here and miles and miles around. He offers her a gentle smile and shifts to steady the rowboat as she goes to lay down in it, making sure that it won't tip or splinter or anything equally as unpleasant. Only once she's comfortable does Ronin settle down again, gazing into the fire and stifling a yawn behind one hand.
"Goodnight, Maeve. Sweet dreams - and thank you, as well," he murmurs, tilting his head back to rest it against the boat. It will only be an hour or so before he's also snoozing, but it's by no means restful. And if a certain weird ass moth man has anything to do with it (spoiler alert, it does), then the sleep will be interrupted soon enough anyway.
~FIN
"Goodnight, Maeve. Sweet dreams - and thank you, as well," he murmurs, tilting his head back to rest it against the boat. It will only be an hour or so before he's also snoozing, but it's by no means restful. And if a certain weird ass moth man has anything to do with it (spoiler alert, it does), then the sleep will be interrupted soon enough anyway.
~FIN
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
