lights will guide you home, & ignite your bones
& i will try to fix you
& i will try to fix you
This is all too new to you for you to piece it together fast enough, and so as Ronin nears, you instinctively point back toward the wheel expecting it to be unmaned. "But you need to—" steer the ship dying on your bloody lip as you let go of the stool in favour of the Star.
Swallowing hard, cheeks flushed and your hair a torrent of darkness around your shoulders, you raise a fingertip to your lip, wince, and watch as it comes away with blood. 'That wine better be bloody good.' You look toward Ronin a beat late, having just caught your own unintentional pun. "Hah. Get it?"
Having no idea just how bad the damage to the ship is (it flies, does it really need a sail? You don't know), you turn back to Ronin's projection with an apologetic smile. "Sorry, I...just grabbed the first thing I saw. I wasn't thinking. Normally I'm the one who gets asked this...but how bad is it?" You ask of the ship. Your face. This adventure.
Swallowing hard, cheeks flushed and your hair a torrent of darkness around your shoulders, you raise a fingertip to your lip, wince, and watch as it comes away with blood. 'That wine better be bloody good.' You look toward Ronin a beat late, having just caught your own unintentional pun. "Hah. Get it?"
Having no idea just how bad the damage to the ship is (it flies, does it really need a sail? You don't know), you turn back to Ronin's projection with an apologetic smile. "Sorry, I...just grabbed the first thing I saw. I wasn't thinking. Normally I'm the one who gets asked this...but how bad is it?" You ask of the ship. Your face. This adventure.
October
