sweet dreams till sunbeams find you, sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
"A bunch of busywork so that when, empty handed, you could at least come here and say you tried first?" Safrin tutted at the idea. "That doesn't sound like you, Ronin." She could see it though, the hunter pouring over old tomes, wiping dust from his eyes and spinning his wheels. It was a rather adorable picture.
"To protect. To save. Never would I ask you to be the hero or would-be-king that they made you out to be." The flower rose, the petals spinning in the hollow where her collar bones came together. "But I would ask you to be the hero I'd make you out to be." She added, softly, the flower stopping abruptly.
"You've put me in a rather difficult position, Ronin." Safrin said with a summery sigh that spoke of longing and teal waters in marbled bathhouses. "To pluck Vanya from the stars is to admit I had her in the first place...a score that I'm sure you can imagine how keen Ludo will be to settle. To appease it, we might...make you suited to offer protection during LongNight in the Grounds. Such is a...difficult time for it, as you can imagine." Only he couldn't. No one could, really, because no one knew.
Pulling back suddenly, her back to him as she looked upwards with a hum of resignment, Safrin would appear mortal again. Though rather than tangible and pliant as she'd been when last they might, now she'd appear frail. Or as close to frail as she could be. "I suppose I will have to defend myself against it on my own, somehow."
"To protect. To save. Never would I ask you to be the hero or would-be-king that they made you out to be." The flower rose, the petals spinning in the hollow where her collar bones came together. "But I would ask you to be the hero I'd make you out to be." She added, softly, the flower stopping abruptly.
"You've put me in a rather difficult position, Ronin." Safrin said with a summery sigh that spoke of longing and teal waters in marbled bathhouses. "To pluck Vanya from the stars is to admit I had her in the first place...a score that I'm sure you can imagine how keen Ludo will be to settle. To appease it, we might...make you suited to offer protection during LongNight in the Grounds. Such is a...difficult time for it, as you can imagine." Only he couldn't. No one could, really, because no one knew.
Pulling back suddenly, her back to him as she looked upwards with a hum of resignment, Safrin would appear mortal again. Though rather than tangible and pliant as she'd been when last they might, now she'd appear frail. Or as close to frail as she could be. "I suppose I will have to defend myself against it on my own, somehow."
but in your dreams whatever they be, dream a little dream of me
