lights will guide you home, & ignite your bones
& i will try to fix you
& i will try to fix you
'Of course you do.' Your eyes roll with amusement. Perhaps it's because of how secretive you are with your own healing magic that you think Ronin's ought to be spared or saved up for something important, that you shake your head. "It's just a split lip. Besides, it's like a souvenir."
Falling silent that Ronin might slip them back into port without issue, you turn your eyes up toward the stars, wondering what it is men like this demigod see in them. Their futures? Some ethereal pull of fate? Because as romantic as it would be, and as much as you might want to be the sort of girl who sees wonders in the heavens, you just...see a lot of darkness, with bits of light scattered meaninglessly in between.
As the nimbus floats toward Ronin with the wave of his hand, you grab at the cloudy shape for dear life. "This thing should really have handles." You murmur cheerfully despite your scowl. However as Ronin so effortlessly talks about going to see Cian, your expression grows rather grave. Slipping off of the cloud, inelegantly, you reach out for Ronin's arm that you might try and focus his attention. "I know you're..you and all, but Cian..." Forgetting yourself you bite your lip slightly, wince and clench your fingers together, and then continue. "..he holds a lot of cards. No one ever really knows what he's planning, or where they stand with him. Just...be careful, alright?"
Falling silent that Ronin might slip them back into port without issue, you turn your eyes up toward the stars, wondering what it is men like this demigod see in them. Their futures? Some ethereal pull of fate? Because as romantic as it would be, and as much as you might want to be the sort of girl who sees wonders in the heavens, you just...see a lot of darkness, with bits of light scattered meaninglessly in between.
As the nimbus floats toward Ronin with the wave of his hand, you grab at the cloudy shape for dear life. "This thing should really have handles." You murmur cheerfully despite your scowl. However as Ronin so effortlessly talks about going to see Cian, your expression grows rather grave. Slipping off of the cloud, inelegantly, you reach out for Ronin's arm that you might try and focus his attention. "I know you're..you and all, but Cian..." Forgetting yourself you bite your lip slightly, wince and clench your fingers together, and then continue. "..he holds a lot of cards. No one ever really knows what he's planning, or where they stand with him. Just...be careful, alright?"
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