I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
"You think so? That is quite the compliment from you." He means it, too, his smile softening as Safrin draws ever closer, as she stands coquettish and mortal in front of him. She invites his touch without needing to say a word, and he has to force his hands to stay, his blue eyes lost somewhere in her dark hair so he doesn't do something silly or disrespectful. Such is the danger of playing this game - he is very much at risk of losing.
Then she is touching him, her fingers smoothing across the fabric of his shirt, and though he knows in his heart of hearts (the irony) why she's choosing this place in particular, to turn her down would be folly. "I have read about that constellation," he remarks, watching her hand now as it caresses his chest. "Who was the warrior?"
Then she is touching him, her fingers smoothing across the fabric of his shirt, and though he knows in his heart of hearts (the irony) why she's choosing this place in particular, to turn her down would be folly. "I have read about that constellation," he remarks, watching her hand now as it caresses his chest. "Who was the warrior?"
RONIN
