RONIN
THE DARK STAR
And follow them he does.
Ronin hasn't dreamed since Sunjata's death, and it's something he realises only now, as his bare feet cover Safrin's footprints on his way to the goddess. His pants are folded to the knee and his loose white shirt is open, baring scars, tattoos and sunburn from his recent work under the Torchline sun.
He doesn't want to look up, and yet he's heedless to stop himself; he sees her as a mark of beauty on the coast, the Star wending his way up towards her. "You look radiant," he murmurs, and he means it as he moves to sit in the sand beside her.
Next to each other it seems dazzlingly impossible, that this is the goddess capable of such cruelty and such love, and yet it's nonetheless true. "Are you cold?" He's already shrugging out of his shirt, offering it out for her to drape it around her shoulders.
Ronin hasn't dreamed since Sunjata's death, and it's something he realises only now, as his bare feet cover Safrin's footprints on his way to the goddess. His pants are folded to the knee and his loose white shirt is open, baring scars, tattoos and sunburn from his recent work under the Torchline sun.
He doesn't want to look up, and yet he's heedless to stop himself; he sees her as a mark of beauty on the coast, the Star wending his way up towards her. "You look radiant," he murmurs, and he means it as he moves to sit in the sand beside her.
Next to each other it seems dazzlingly impossible, that this is the goddess capable of such cruelty and such love, and yet it's nonetheless true. "Are you cold?" He's already shrugging out of his shirt, offering it out for her to drape it around her shoulders.
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
