RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Ronin tenses at first, because lightening the load means admitting how heavy it is, and he's not sure he'll be able to stop if he starts letting that out. But the god is all around him and it's impossible not to feel anything but okay in Mort's presence, and Ronin presses his eyes shut to try and stop any further tears from falling. "Sorry," he mumbles automatically, sniffing and trying to pull himself together.
With his hands still squeezing around the clay mug, Ronin blinks his eyes back open to look up at the god. "Would that help, do you think...?" he asks. "I... well, there was one he enjoyed, I suppose. But it was..." He hesitates to say useless, because that's not right. But a furry, masked face and a ringed tail isn't much good for anything other than mischief, and the Huntsman is already smiling lopsidedly at the thought. "I just want him to feel better."
With his hands still squeezing around the clay mug, Ronin blinks his eyes back open to look up at the god. "Would that help, do you think...?" he asks. "I... well, there was one he enjoyed, I suppose. But it was..." He hesitates to say useless, because that's not right. But a furry, masked face and a ringed tail isn't much good for anything other than mischief, and the Huntsman is already smiling lopsidedly at the thought. "I just want him to feel better."
show me your darkness.
