RONIN
THE DARK STAR
"Oop--" comes Ronin's elegant response as he's unceremoniously bonked into; the Huntsman might be a sheer wall of muscle these days, but even walls topple when they're off balance, and he wobbles a bit as he steps back to make room for her. "Oh, it's alright. I was probably in the..." Blinking as he realises he recognises the voice, Ronin is smiling despite himself, even if it's an expression tinged with sadness.
"Hello, Kiada," he murmurs, taking another step away from her in case she wants to hurl pitchforks and torches a few more choice words his way. "It has been a while." Draping out the fabric as if trying to decide whether it would do, Ronin bites at the inside of his cheek and glances over the other colours. Maybe this one is too garish for his plans.
"Hello, Kiada," he murmurs, taking another step away from her in case she wants to hurl pitchforks and torches a few more choice words his way. "It has been a while." Draping out the fabric as if trying to decide whether it would do, Ronin bites at the inside of his cheek and glances over the other colours. Maybe this one is too garish for his plans.
now don’t you lose hope
I swear I never dream that we’re alone
I swear I still believe but I don’t know
