RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"If only you'd said that to Safrin, maybe you wouldn't have been pushed to do so much," Ronin hisses back, scoffing and rising back to his feet. His wings drape around his shoulders and crimson feathers dance up and around his throat. "Though I guess that's an advantage of being bound to Frey. You can do all the fucking you can get your hands on - you've always been quite good at that."
They're low blows now, unnecessary and stinging, and Ronin doesn't care. Safrin might as well be using him to speak, such is his contempt for Sunjata. But perhaps there is a way to move forward from here. "Do you know, there's a shrine out in the Barrows to Vi and Safrin. It's probably pretty overgrown at this point. You and I are going out there in the next couple days, and we're going to clean it up." It's not a request, if Jata hasn't guessed.
They're low blows now, unnecessary and stinging, and Ronin doesn't care. Safrin might as well be using him to speak, such is his contempt for Sunjata. But perhaps there is a way to move forward from here. "Do you know, there's a shrine out in the Barrows to Vi and Safrin. It's probably pretty overgrown at this point. You and I are going out there in the next couple days, and we're going to clean it up." It's not a request, if Jata hasn't guessed.
show me your darkness.
