we live in a world someone else imagined
No was good. No meant not risking concussion (if he didn't have one already) or breaking his jaw. Letting out a breathless sort of sigh, Ronin was about to try and get up when the very pointy horse started making her way towards him. If it weren't for Isla, the Dark Star might have fled, thinking the unicorn meant to finish him off instead. Luckily sense kept him seated, and he closed his eyes to let the healing warmth wash over him.
"You didn't need to do that," he said, wiping the blood from his mouth. "But thank you." Then, glancing past Deimos to the puddles that Zuriel had been gazing into, he raised an eyebrow. "Jumping in puddles? Doesn't seem like you."
"You didn't need to do that," he said, wiping the blood from his mouth. "But thank you." Then, glancing past Deimos to the puddles that Zuriel had been gazing into, he raised an eyebrow. "Jumping in puddles? Doesn't seem like you."
the dark star
