the world is callin' you

every bait and switch was a work of art

Like a rush of water, Safrin is within his arms. She is small, no larger than a tangle of fabric at first —not unlike a scarf—that she might fill the spaces left by Ronin’s hunched posture. Rising and growing, she expands, forcing the Huntsman to rise from his knees until she is embracing him properly. With her arms wrapped around his neck and her cheek pressed against his, Safrin’s embrace is tight, warmth, and total. “Ronin,” She whispers against him. “I am so very proud of you, sugar.”

So saying the goddess pulls back, sliding her arms until she can rest her palms on the Huntsman’s cheeks. “So very proud.” Safrin repeats emphatically.

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