arms give away your need
”It’s... not the same?” Ronin’s brow furrows; he tries to track her words, but the more she speaks the less it makes sense, until he’s entirely convinced himself that this whole thing was just a sick moment of lucidity. He tries not to let the disappointment show on his face too much, even if his insides feel like a crushed flower. ”Okay,” he says slowly, glancing to the sand but not seeing anything to suggest that the water has spilled out - he probably just imagined there being anything in there at all.
”Listen, Ama... do you think you can come back home with me? We can get you somewhere safe. You can sleep, and we can get you cleaned up. It’s better than staying here and hiding from the ocean, right?” He tries a smile for her, speaking slowly and clearly, like he’s talking to one of the sick. Because with talk like that, she’s obviously slipped back into a fever.
”Listen, Ama... do you think you can come back home with me? We can get you somewhere safe. You can sleep, and we can get you cleaned up. It’s better than staying here and hiding from the ocean, right?” He tries a smile for her, speaking slowly and clearly, like he’s talking to one of the sick. Because with talk like that, she’s obviously slipped back into a fever.
tie them up and around me
and play me as you please
RONIN
