you are terrifying and strange and beautiful
She stops, and that's enough for now, he thinks. Sinking slowly down to sit in the sand, it doesn't matter to Ronin whether or not the tide laps at his shoes and his ankles. Some things are more important, and as he listens to Aurelia as she speaks, he can't help but furrow his brow, chewing at the inside of his cheek. "I don't think anyone is born to be a bad person, or a good person," he says slowly. "But... it's true that the people who bring us up can mould us to be certain things. But it doesn't always have to be like that."
Shifting to sit cross legged, he tilts his head at Torchline's newest ruler. "I was made to be a soldier," he says, almost conversationally. "And I don't know if that has ever really gone away... But I am happy, with the choices I've made and the reasons behind them. What's happened to shake you up so much...?"
Shifting to sit cross legged, he tilts his head at Torchline's newest ruler. "I was made to be a soldier," he says, almost conversationally. "And I don't know if that has ever really gone away... But I am happy, with the choices I've made and the reasons behind them. What's happened to shake you up so much...?"
The huntsman
