there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
He nears the goddess, buoyed by the gentle waves, until they are standing barely apart. That she doesn't reach for him is something he both notices and doesn't know how to take; for the first time in so long, he would have gone to her so willingly it wouldn't have even occurred to him that there was any other option. "You know that isn't true," he murmurs, of her first point. "Your name leaves my lips before I sleep each night." As it has done for seasons and seasons.
"And if you are dull in my mindseye, it's only because my imagination can't compare to the reality of you." Smiling boyishly, lit up by bioluminescence and basking in Safrin's presence, it's only now that he realises quite how much he's missed standing before her. Time is a healer, so they say, and whatever cracks and tensions have been created by their previous meetings have begun to melt back together again.
"And if you are dull in my mindseye, it's only because my imagination can't compare to the reality of you." Smiling boyishly, lit up by bioluminescence and basking in Safrin's presence, it's only now that he realises quite how much he's missed standing before her. Time is a healer, so they say, and whatever cracks and tensions have been created by their previous meetings have begun to melt back together again.
RONIN
