the dying sun illuminates so much

Safrin Safrin fixed the pair with a saccharine smile that was an intentionally poor veil to hide her dwindling frustration. "And here I thought those rings on your fingers meant better or worse." She pointed out, brow raised. "Which is precisely where you find yourselves." Ignoring the look shared between the lovers, Safrin gave Remi a pointed look. "You might not, but I do. Perhaps though this first bit might be just Ronin and I. Don't go far." Despite this, it was actually Ronin and Safrin who disappeared. The Dark Star would find himself in a void; a galactic soup of potential that swirled with aubergine hues amidst flashes of twilight. There was no up or down, no weight, no physicality to speak of. Just he and his goddess. "Ronin." She didn't need to cross her arms, huff, or sigh dramatically; the world around them swam with her displeasure and disappointment.