It is a dangerous game they both play. Perhaps that's why Safrin allows it to continue. Why she has to allow it.
Tilting her head sharply over her shoulder, the goddess raises a brow. The star. It is of course precisely what she wants, but does Ronin know what it is he offers? What being the star means to someone like Safrin? "Lovely is one word for it," She all but purrs as she luxuriously lowers down into the grass so that she can gaze up at the stars.
Indeed thoughts of Remi slip in, and it is a good thing Safrin's eyes are directed upwards lest they shoot daggers Ronin's way. One day she will banish the Lullaby from her Star's thoughts. One day, his mind will only be full of her.
"Across the world, then." Safrin says pulling in a breath that makes the fabric of her dress softly tighten across her chest. "You will have to learn what it is to be fractured, before you can control yourself over such a distance." Plucking a single blade of grass, Safrin presses it between her thumbs and brings it to her lips. Blowing softly it lets out a whistle that echoes throughout the meadow. Flowers bloom suddenly around her, buds growing swollen and opening to reveal small stars of various colours. Orange for glutton, red for rage, violet for passion, white for deception, and black for chaos. "When you are ready, pluck the petals off of each flower. You will find yourself suddenly divided, your other self fully encompassed by a different passion. You, like a ghost, will have to watch yourself. Only with utmost concentration will you be able to break through and control your other self."
* Ronin won't know ahead of time what flower-colour is tied to what emotion
Tilting her head sharply over her shoulder, the goddess raises a brow. The star. It is of course precisely what she wants, but does Ronin know what it is he offers? What being the star means to someone like Safrin? "Lovely is one word for it," She all but purrs as she luxuriously lowers down into the grass so that she can gaze up at the stars.
Indeed thoughts of Remi slip in, and it is a good thing Safrin's eyes are directed upwards lest they shoot daggers Ronin's way. One day she will banish the Lullaby from her Star's thoughts. One day, his mind will only be full of her.
"Across the world, then." Safrin says pulling in a breath that makes the fabric of her dress softly tighten across her chest. "You will have to learn what it is to be fractured, before you can control yourself over such a distance." Plucking a single blade of grass, Safrin presses it between her thumbs and brings it to her lips. Blowing softly it lets out a whistle that echoes throughout the meadow. Flowers bloom suddenly around her, buds growing swollen and opening to reveal small stars of various colours. Orange for glutton, red for rage, violet for passion, white for deception, and black for chaos. "When you are ready, pluck the petals off of each flower. You will find yourself suddenly divided, your other self fully encompassed by a different passion. You, like a ghost, will have to watch yourself. Only with utmost concentration will you be able to break through and control your other self."
* Ronin won't know ahead of time what flower-colour is tied to what emotion
