even my darkness shines for you
"And how do they compare to the books?" Ronin asks with a smirk, gesturing to the glowing steps and remembering, vaguely, the little constellation diagram he'd read about. Honestly, even if Finn tells him it looks like a bent dog's leg, it's fine. The Spyglass was able to recognise Safrin's constellation in his attempt at flattery, and it's the thought that counts, right? Right, Safrin? See all this effort going on down here? Thinking about you, boo.
Oh, but Finn is falling to his death. More on how great Safrin is later.
Ronin has not been without his abilities for long enough yet not to act on instinct. And although the fall will certainly kill him if he ends up toppling over as well, although he has no ability to call down clouds or communicate to any Attuned nearby for help, he still moves faster than most men are capable.
The Star still has his strength, still has his agility, and his fuck, be careful! is more a warbled noise of panic as he scrabbles after the Spyglass. Sorry, Remi.
With a stroke of luck that's entirely due to the circumstances of this event taking place (hello, everyone, nice to see you here), Ronin manages to catch Finn by the scruff of the collar before he slips away into the screaming dark.
It isn't pretty, and it won't be comfortable (oh, if only Ronin could know how much so), but he yanks the other man back onto the safety of the steps, hoisting him against the safety of his side. "And that is about as good an advertisement for guard rails that I have ever seen. Gods, are you alright?"
Oh, but Finn is falling to his death. More on how great Safrin is later.
Ronin has not been without his abilities for long enough yet not to act on instinct. And although the fall will certainly kill him if he ends up toppling over as well, although he has no ability to call down clouds or communicate to any Attuned nearby for help, he still moves faster than most men are capable.
The Star still has his strength, still has his agility, and his fuck, be careful! is more a warbled noise of panic as he scrabbles after the Spyglass. Sorry, Remi.
With a stroke of luck that's entirely due to the circumstances of this event taking place (hello, everyone, nice to see you here), Ronin manages to catch Finn by the scruff of the collar before he slips away into the screaming dark.
It isn't pretty, and it won't be comfortable (oh, if only Ronin could know how much so), but he yanks the other man back onto the safety of the steps, hoisting him against the safety of his side. "And that is about as good an advertisement for guard rails that I have ever seen. Gods, are you alright?"
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