there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
Torchline at Longheat is arguably one of Ronin's favourite places and times to be, and the spray of stars overhead is reminiscent of so many other meetings here with Safrin that he can't help the pang of nostalgia that grips him as he heads down towards the shore. Having heard her call when the sun was high, he's already explained to Remi that he'll be absent from late night drinks and why, and as the waves stretch up to tickle at his bare toes, the smile on his face is a warm one.
For all of their history - and it runs dark and deep and bloody, as magnificent as it is occasionally toxic, Ronin has not felt this at peace for years when coming to see his goddess. "Safrin," he murmurs to the seafoam and the waves, to the stars reflecting back into the sky overhead. "You called me."
For all of their history - and it runs dark and deep and bloody, as magnificent as it is occasionally toxic, Ronin has not felt this at peace for years when coming to see his goddess. "Safrin," he murmurs to the seafoam and the waves, to the stars reflecting back into the sky overhead. "You called me."
RONIN
