RONIN
THE DARK STAR
The thunder that purrs in the rainclouds overhead sounds almost like mad laughter, but it's the only indication of Ronin's opinion about Hotaru being unable to get to Stormbreak. Never has he thought himself to be the type to relish being able to shut other people out, but in these past few days, he's discovering unsavoury things about himself every other minute, it feels like.
"Mm..." His response is perhaps even more unhelpful at the thought of the baby coming to Stormbreak, should it be possible. A fat raindrop lands against his collarbone, black as ink, drawing a line down the side of his neck where it rolls. "I wish I could say I was looking forward to it," he whispers, closing his eyes as if that would make a difference - it doesn't.
"If I hadn't failed with Safrin, my projection would be able to go further. Maybe then you could be both there and here," he mutters, though it doesn't really help.
"Mm..." His response is perhaps even more unhelpful at the thought of the baby coming to Stormbreak, should it be possible. A fat raindrop lands against his collarbone, black as ink, drawing a line down the side of his neck where it rolls. "I wish I could say I was looking forward to it," he whispers, closing his eyes as if that would make a difference - it doesn't.
"If I hadn't failed with Safrin, my projection would be able to go further. Maybe then you could be both there and here," he mutters, though it doesn't really help.
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
