even my darkness shines for you
Ronin is also happy to leave this for tomorrow, the Huntsman rubbing at his forehead as he moves back to the table. Clinking his glass against Remi's, it's with a large (large) gulp of wine that he sifts through his inks and chooses another, lighter blue to begin painting. "...She does now," he says with a sad sort of smile, which is as close to I genuinely don't know as it gets. "I have some reds here if you want to use them for Rexanna's lantern."
Arranging the colours out for Remi and starting to apply careful, geometric patterns to his creation, Ronin works in companionable silence for a while. Once the base colour is in place, he sighs and sets down his paintbrush. "I hate that it feels normal," he mumbles, "to make lanterns for dead people every year."
Arranging the colours out for Remi and starting to apply careful, geometric patterns to his creation, Ronin works in companionable silence for a while. Once the base colour is in place, he sighs and sets down his paintbrush. "I hate that it feels normal," he mumbles, "to make lanterns for dead people every year."
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