every bait and switch was a work of art
Satisfied, perhaps, with this sudden turn to contrition, Safrin nods stiffly. One might wonder when she was at her most dangerous—cold and offended like this? or warm against the Star's skin with her fingers in his hair?—it's a question Ronin may well want to consider for himself.
He asks of her, precisely as she'd baited him to, and yet she shrugs dismissively. When you have to ask what you want, it takes all the meaning out of it, when you finally get it. Or so such toxic ways of thinking would have us believe. "Well, there is a war looming and it seems my brightest Star has his attentions...divided, as of late." She hums with a frown that is exquisitely, and almost painfully, beautiful.
'Of course you can ask." Safrin replies immediately, softening in a heartbeat. "She is doing wonderfully. Scouring the world for information, leading pods of Starwhales to new breeding grounds, painting her own nightscapes across the Wilds.."
He asks of her, precisely as she'd baited him to, and yet she shrugs dismissively. When you have to ask what you want, it takes all the meaning out of it, when you finally get it. Or so such toxic ways of thinking would have us believe. "Well, there is a war looming and it seems my brightest Star has his attentions...divided, as of late." She hums with a frown that is exquisitely, and almost painfully, beautiful.
'Of course you can ask." Safrin replies immediately, softening in a heartbeat. "She is doing wonderfully. Scouring the world for information, leading pods of Starwhales to new breeding grounds, painting her own nightscapes across the Wilds.."
you're the one prize i'd cheat to win
