RONIN
the dark star
At first Amalia will feel little more than the panicked rush of ohshitwhatthefuck through the Attuned bond, as their adoring fans scatter back into the plaza and the luxere is left entangled by canvas and blindly attempting to either escape or free himself. By the time the Archangel arrives, Ronin has at least had the sense to shift back into himself, though the antlers still remain, and he's flushes and panting for breath when his friend finally reveals him.
"There you are," he gushes in a sigh of relief, though his grin is still overbright and there's a strange and vibrant energy in his eyes. "Cleaning up a mess sounds boring. I sort of feel like cooking. Do you think any of the stall owners in the plaza will let me have a go?" He's already trying to get to his feet, seemingly oblivious to the fruit that lays strewn everywhere.
"There you are," he gushes in a sigh of relief, though his grin is still overbright and there's a strange and vibrant energy in his eyes. "Cleaning up a mess sounds boring. I sort of feel like cooking. Do you think any of the stall owners in the plaza will let me have a go?" He's already trying to get to his feet, seemingly oblivious to the fruit that lays strewn everywhere.
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
