every bait and switch was a work of art
The Celestine seems to laugh in response to his question as the violet and olive tones around the Star deepen and pulse with sudden vivacity and life. As soon as Ronin's fire sparks life into the unassuming buds, Safrin is there. Despite the heat, her hands reach into the blaze, plucking a stem and twirling it between her fingers. Embers and starlight flake off of it, drifting dreamlike on a warm breeze as the light casts dramatic shadows across her face.
'Is that what you were hoping?' Safrin wonders as she stands, the lace of her gown clinging to her body in a manner that would suggest she shouldn't be able to move about as freely as she in fact could. "A few flowers cleverly selected and a request for magic clothes." The goddess hums a note of unhappiness as she turns her back slightly to Ronin, if only so that she might glance coquettishly at him over her shoulder. "Not even a hello, first?" Safrin wonders with a pout.
'Is that what you were hoping?' Safrin wonders as she stands, the lace of her gown clinging to her body in a manner that would suggest she shouldn't be able to move about as freely as she in fact could. "A few flowers cleverly selected and a request for magic clothes." The goddess hums a note of unhappiness as she turns her back slightly to Ronin, if only so that she might glance coquettishly at him over her shoulder. "Not even a hello, first?" Safrin wonders with a pout.
you're the one prize i'd cheat to win
