you are terrifying and strange and beautiful
”They’re pretty,” he remarks of the flowers, leaning back on his hands to watch them bob around in the fountain with the candles, casting constellations in the water. Ronin smiles, content with his offering. ”...I think you’d have kicked yourself if you didn’t go,” he says honestly, letting out a slow whistle as he considers it. ”Even if you change your mind, at least you tried it out. And... I don’t know - you seem more free lately, I think. Maybe it’s just me.”
Focusing back on Amalia properly as she asks her question, the Star offers her a lopsided smile. ”I had hired us a little houseboat,” he says. ”I was going to take him away for the beginning of LongHeat, far enough out that we could barely see Torchline. We could just do nothing for a bit, guilt free.” It still sounds amazing, honestly.
Then the conversation switches to less savoury matters, and the twist in Ronin’s expression suggests that his opinion is closer to Amalia’s than he would like, these days. ”I don’t think I can justify it. But I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought the same way, once or twice.”
Focusing back on Amalia properly as she asks her question, the Star offers her a lopsided smile. ”I had hired us a little houseboat,” he says. ”I was going to take him away for the beginning of LongHeat, far enough out that we could barely see Torchline. We could just do nothing for a bit, guilt free.” It still sounds amazing, honestly.
Then the conversation switches to less savoury matters, and the twist in Ronin’s expression suggests that his opinion is closer to Amalia’s than he would like, these days. ”I don’t think I can justify it. But I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought the same way, once or twice.”
The huntsman
