i will be coming back
"Of course." Something icy and heavy closes like a fist in Ronin's stomach, and he directs his gaze entirely towards the ground now rather than the goddess blazing above him, brighter than any flower he might have brought. He shakes his head at her question, chewing at the inside of his cheek. "No, not at all," he murmurs. "I merely hoped to open a conversation with you. So many of our meetings as of late have been so serious, I thought..." He lets out a breath. "It doesn't matter what I thought."
Allowing the feathers to bleed away, leaving Ronin wearing nothing but the chill against his skin, he looks down at his hands, now. "How are you?" he asks suddenly, as if it has never before occurred to him to ask such a thing of his goddess. "And how... if I might ask... how is Seren?" Because she must know that he knows, about Sunjata, about Kamaria. Clumsy as he might be in Safrin's presence, and rude as well, his feelings about the matter have been laid unfortunately bare.
Allowing the feathers to bleed away, leaving Ronin wearing nothing but the chill against his skin, he looks down at his hands, now. "How are you?" he asks suddenly, as if it has never before occurred to him to ask such a thing of his goddess. "And how... if I might ask... how is Seren?" Because she must know that he knows, about Sunjata, about Kamaria. Clumsy as he might be in Safrin's presence, and rude as well, his feelings about the matter have been laid unfortunately bare.
in a phrase to cut these lips
i love you
RONIN
