lights will guide you home, & ignite your bones
& i will try to fix you
& i will try to fix you
You sort of wish Ronin2 had remained, the comfort of having another body, unreal as it was, comforting. In response, you sit a bit straighter on the nimbus. Grinning at the Star (and immediately regretting it as your lip chimes bright disagreement), you shake your head. "The last thing we need is for people to see a sudden blast of light in the sky. They might start shooting at us." You shrug, smizing at Ronin in lieu of actually grinning at him, from behind the arm of your sweater. "I suppose it's a good thing I don't play a wind instrument." You muter. Or make-out with anyone on the regular.
"I...perhaps it's worth speaking to Cian about. Your reputation here...it matters." You begin, unable to really explain the sentiment properly. "I doubt the Eye will want one of his prized soldiers being seen as a loose cannon who steals things." But then, if you'd heard about the things Ronin and Cian had done together, you might well rethink that.
"I...perhaps it's worth speaking to Cian about. Your reputation here...it matters." You begin, unable to really explain the sentiment properly. "I doubt the Eye will want one of his prized soldiers being seen as a loose cannon who steals things." But then, if you'd heard about the things Ronin and Cian had done together, you might well rethink that.
October
