RONIN
Lost? Oh no, Ronin absolutely was lost - his eyes could not stop from roaming over every part of his goddess; the way she moved, the parting of her lips, the purr of her voice. He already found himself stepping forward when he felt the drip of blood, watched it blot the marble floor with crimson. As if filling in the blanks in this apparent dream, he recalled vividly the monster’s death, the way it had terrorised Safrin’s halls until his arrival.
”How long have you been waiting?” he asked distractedly, while his feet took him dangerously around the edge of the pool towards her. Part of him wanted to have just stepped straight into the water, but the rest of him - more wicked and more interested in the perk of Safrin’s breasts and the sway of her hips than getting clean - wasn’t having any of it.
He arrived in time to sweep down to one knee, taking her hand if she allowed and pressing a soft kiss to the back of her palm. ”I am sorry to have kept you.”
”How long have you been waiting?” he asked distractedly, while his feet took him dangerously around the edge of the pool towards her. Part of him wanted to have just stepped straight into the water, but the rest of him - more wicked and more interested in the perk of Safrin’s breasts and the sway of her hips than getting clean - wasn’t having any of it.
He arrived in time to sweep down to one knee, taking her hand if she allowed and pressing a soft kiss to the back of her palm. ”I am sorry to have kept you.”
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