this love's too good to last
Once upon a time, Ronin Taliesin had been rather a vagabond of the Silk Houses. More for the bars and the fight clubs, in all honesty, but there had been a couple of occasions where he'd paid a visit to Mother Molly's. Stormbreak runs on favours, and those he'd accrued at the brothel occasionally got cashed in. Tonight is one such occasion - Ronin has been tasked with sitting down, looking pretty, and being very obviously present in the lounge area.
No inappropriate touching (he had made that clear, and he's sticking to it), no plying him with drink, no needless small talk. Just the Dragon, the Dark Star, Safrin's chosen, making himself very much at home in the most famous silk house in the district.
And honestly, it isn't all that bad. Ronin is bored, it's true, and he's biding his time while he counts down towards midnight so he might leave, but there are worse ways to spend an evening.
No inappropriate touching (he had made that clear, and he's sticking to it), no plying him with drink, no needless small talk. Just the Dragon, the Dark Star, Safrin's chosen, making himself very much at home in the most famous silk house in the district.
And honestly, it isn't all that bad. Ronin is bored, it's true, and he's biding his time while he counts down towards midnight so he might leave, but there are worse ways to spend an evening.
and i'm too old to dream
RONIN
