gratuitous violence; unnecessary, satisfying, heartbreaking
Ronin's laugh is bittersweet as well, and he nods to her in agreement. "I swear that I am as well, Hotaru," he murmurs, though they seem to be in the habit of consistently delving back into the darkest parts of their thoughts together. The nimbus lowers to the ground and Ronin hops off as well, accepting the blanket draped along his shoulder with a murmur of thanks. He adjusts it to settle properly around him, sinking down onto the pallet with her and leaning back on his elbows to peer up at the blanket of starlight overhead.
"I never paid stars much attention where I came from, not at first. It was just something pretty to look at on a night shift," he says, reaching up suddenly to point directly above them. "There's what I came to see," he murmurs. "That is Safrin's Warrior Constellation. She put him there in the sky when he passed on, and he's been shining down on us ever since."
"I never paid stars much attention where I came from, not at first. It was just something pretty to look at on a night shift," he says, reaching up suddenly to point directly above them. "There's what I came to see," he murmurs. "That is Safrin's Warrior Constellation. She put him there in the sky when he passed on, and he's been shining down on us ever since."
RONIN
