RONIN
THE DARK STAR
"I thought a cloak would be the most practical way to do that," Ronin says softly, a shiver running through him at the goddess's touch across his shoulders and through his hair. He leans into it entirely instinctively, and though he remains on one knee, his projection rises to move and sit at her feet - to keep her warm, should that be her request. His blue eyes grow mischievous as she continues, and he shrugs his shoulders.
"I reached a point at which I knew I could stop, if I wanted to. And... I didn't want to," he explains, though he feels as though he's heard this tone before. Not directed at himself, but in those who have not performed their duties to Safrin as they ought to have. With a sigh, he gazes back at the snow. "Would you like me to try again with new flowers?"
"I reached a point at which I knew I could stop, if I wanted to. And... I didn't want to," he explains, though he feels as though he's heard this tone before. Not directed at himself, but in those who have not performed their duties to Safrin as they ought to have. With a sigh, he gazes back at the snow. "Would you like me to try again with new flowers?"
now don’t you lose hope
I swear I never dream that we’re alone
I swear I still believe but I don’t know
