lights will guide you home, & ignite your bones
& i will try to fix you
& i will try to fix you
'Oh did that hurt? Good thing you've got a doctor with you.'
You, having never been stealthy in your entire life, are oblivious to the fact that lighting Ronin up might have consequences. "Mmmm—ah!" You croak, gripping onto Ronin for dear life as he utterly skips over go slow opting for go now instead. Bunched up in his arms, your forehead buried in the thick folds of his scarf, as he sets you down, you cling to him still as if expecting your feet to give way at any moment.
It's only as he asks you a question that you let go, blushing and stepping back. Wrapping your arms around yourself, you openly gape at the Star as he potters about. "Shouldn't you know?" You hiss, hunkering down slightly as if expecting to be caught at any moment. "How are you going to fly this thing if you don't even know how it works?"
You have no idea how you're going to explain it to Falke, when he inevitably has to come and bail you of jail. But no sooner has your adrenaline all but spiked, making you feel as though you could run a mile, you're...off. Sailing. And it's fine. It's all fine.
"Bye boats!"
You, having never been stealthy in your entire life, are oblivious to the fact that lighting Ronin up might have consequences. "Mmmm—ah!" You croak, gripping onto Ronin for dear life as he utterly skips over go slow opting for go now instead. Bunched up in his arms, your forehead buried in the thick folds of his scarf, as he sets you down, you cling to him still as if expecting your feet to give way at any moment.
It's only as he asks you a question that you let go, blushing and stepping back. Wrapping your arms around yourself, you openly gape at the Star as he potters about. "Shouldn't you know?" You hiss, hunkering down slightly as if expecting to be caught at any moment. "How are you going to fly this thing if you don't even know how it works?"
You have no idea how you're going to explain it to Falke, when he inevitably has to come and bail you of jail. But no sooner has your adrenaline all but spiked, making you feel as though you could run a mile, you're...off. Sailing. And it's fine. It's all fine.
"Bye boats!"
October
