I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
He does relax under her touch, resisting the urge to turn and look out of the windows of the Aumakua to try and seek out that constellation. Never reunited with Mort... Would that be Ronin's fate, he wonders, if he continues on this path? His worry is writ plain upon his face, a very human fear for a man who cannot die but for a star thrown down upon him. Without thinking, his fingers slip over Safrin's, clasping her hand there over his chest.
"It would be my honour to wear them," he murmurs after a few moments, blue eyes flickering over lips so soft he can't help but want to taste them. (Or to kiss Sunjata off them, he can't decide yet). But thoughts of the Flood and all the trouble caused by his previous tryst with Safrin has him halting, Ronin letting his hand drop away. "I adore you," he murmurs. "I have done ever since that night in the Glade when you first appeared to me. For everything that has happened between us, that hasn't changed."
"It would be my honour to wear them," he murmurs after a few moments, blue eyes flickering over lips so soft he can't help but want to taste them. (Or to kiss Sunjata off them, he can't decide yet). But thoughts of the Flood and all the trouble caused by his previous tryst with Safrin has him halting, Ronin letting his hand drop away. "I adore you," he murmurs. "I have done ever since that night in the Glade when you first appeared to me. For everything that has happened between us, that hasn't changed."
RONIN
