lights will guide you home, & ignite your bones
& i will try to fix you
& i will try to fix you
'We were in the middle of the sky." You point out. "Not many sentimental giftshop opportunities. Slinking past the hut like two naughty teenagers, you vaguely wonder what time it is, before promptly deciding it doesn't really matter.
You don't know what to make of Ronin's words—though if you did, you'd point out how well and truly bound he is in the goddess's net and that perhaps he hasn't done quite as good of a job navigating her waters without any consequences as he thinks—and so you merely let your hand slip away and sigh under your breath. 'Whatever you say, captain Taliesin. Or is it pilot?" You crinkle your nose endearingly as you wonder if you can't make it to Cian before Ronin can.
But then, the Eye likely already knows, now doesn't he?
You don't know what to make of Ronin's words—though if you did, you'd point out how well and truly bound he is in the goddess's net and that perhaps he hasn't done quite as good of a job navigating her waters without any consequences as he thinks—and so you merely let your hand slip away and sigh under your breath. 'Whatever you say, captain Taliesin. Or is it pilot?" You crinkle your nose endearingly as you wonder if you can't make it to Cian before Ronin can.
But then, the Eye likely already knows, now doesn't he?
October
