arms give away your need
Ronin is just about to start guiding her away from the burning sands when she puts her hand to his cheek, the Star having to do a double take before he can actually look her in the eyes. ”Yeah,” he says softly, like he’s filling silence, ”of course you are, Ama. You’re going to be alright.” A gentle arm moves around her so they can set off at a slow pace back up the beach, Ronin forgetting, in the somersault of events, that he has a perfectly good nimbus to carry them home.
He frowns at her gently - there’s no doubt that she certainly sounds a little more lucid than before, but he’s not likely to let his hopes creep up twice, so he’s reserved to say the least. ”You don’t smell too bad. Nothing a cool shower and some fresh clothes can’t solve, right?” he says, trying his luck.
He frowns at her gently - there’s no doubt that she certainly sounds a little more lucid than before, but he’s not likely to let his hopes creep up twice, so he’s reserved to say the least. ”You don’t smell too bad. Nothing a cool shower and some fresh clothes can’t solve, right?” he says, trying his luck.
tie them up and around me
and play me as you please
RONIN
