the dark star
Finally finished with the food, Ronin contents himself in nursing his whiskey and enjoying the trundling conversation with his friend. It's better now that he seems to have been able to bring Sunjata out of himself a bit, as noted by the wings that push into his side. "Oi!" he barks out, laughing and nearly falling off the bar stool. Knocking back the rest of his whiskey, he reaches for the bottle to top himself up, then glances again at the wing.
"Water magic? Ohhhh, so even your shifts think you're the Flood now. Does the dragon breathe waterfalls?" he wonders, unceremoniously reaching out to grasp Sunjata's good wing. He stretches it out so it might drape around Ronin's shoulders, letting him lean into it and rub his cheek along its velvety softness. "Ooooh, you weren't lying. So soft, Jata."
"Water magic? Ohhhh, so even your shifts think you're the Flood now. Does the dragon breathe waterfalls?" he wonders, unceremoniously reaching out to grasp Sunjata's good wing. He stretches it out so it might drape around Ronin's shoulders, letting him lean into it and rub his cheek along its velvety softness. "Ooooh, you weren't lying. So soft, Jata."
a monster in my heart
a ghost inside my chest
a ghost inside my chest
RONIN
