The butterfly's wings suddenly flap as the starlight pulsing off of Ronin's body creates a gentle breeze upon which they can fly. The paper insect rises around a dazzle of starlight, flitting and flying to and fro leaving behind it the scent of juniper, lilac, and petrichor. "These gardens mark one of the only times I've ever been able to endure Frey." Safrin remarks, appearing from behind a canopy of thick ivy. In a white gown with a neckline that plummets towards her naval, she flashes her Star an utterly adoring smile. "When they are split like they are now they are tolerable. Or at least, one of them is."
Raising her delicate fingers to the ivy that clings to her bare shoulders, it deeps in colour until it is a midnight velvet blue, lined with bright pulses of white.
'I've missed you.' She hums gently, dark gaze rising softly and coyly to meet Ronin's as her head tilts to the side.
Raising her delicate fingers to the ivy that clings to her bare shoulders, it deeps in colour until it is a midnight velvet blue, lined with bright pulses of white.
'I've missed you.' She hums gently, dark gaze rising softly and coyly to meet Ronin's as her head tilts to the side.
