I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
His head tilts curiously, the Star stepping forward to reach for her hand. And no sooner do his fingers brush against his goddess's than the world winks away, Ronin's gasp catching in his throat to find them so, so far out from all that surround them. It's a blackness that dwarfs him, until it isn't - then it's the star that makes him small, his fingers holding securely onto Safrin's, though whether he is trying to offer comfort or seek it is beyond him. Alight in the tumultuous roar of the celestial object before them, Ronin has the mad urge, suddenly, to reach out for it.
He doesn't, of course, but the urge is still there. It's beautiful, he whispers in return, using his Attuned bond rather than attempting to speak. It's like me is what he doesn't say, but what he is sure Safrin will understand nonetheless. It's like us. Taking a shuddering breath, he tears his gaze away from the star to look up at their lady instead. I understand so little of you, he realises, giving her fingers a gentle squeeze. To have the love of someone like you... Ronin's smile is almost boyish, and he shakes his head.
You are so much more than merry lights. And you deserve so much more than pretty words.
He doesn't, of course, but the urge is still there. It's beautiful, he whispers in return, using his Attuned bond rather than attempting to speak. It's like me is what he doesn't say, but what he is sure Safrin will understand nonetheless. It's like us. Taking a shuddering breath, he tears his gaze away from the star to look up at their lady instead. I understand so little of you, he realises, giving her fingers a gentle squeeze. To have the love of someone like you... Ronin's smile is almost boyish, and he shakes his head.
You are so much more than merry lights. And you deserve so much more than pretty words.
RONIN
