sweet dreams till sunbeams find you, sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
"How much longer do you think you can carry on like this, Ronin?" Safrin wonders as her fingertips curl into his hair. "My stars either shine, explode, or implode. Such is the nature of them." She explains with a last caress, before rising and walking toward one of the windows.
Peering out at the sea, her eyes narrow. Ronin had certainly begun to mimic her fickle ways, if nothing else. "What sort of company were you intending to be?" She asks, turning around with a brow raised, her silhouette hugged by moonlight.
Peering out at the sea, her eyes narrow. Ronin had certainly begun to mimic her fickle ways, if nothing else. "What sort of company were you intending to be?" She asks, turning around with a brow raised, her silhouette hugged by moonlight.
but in your dreams whatever they be, dream a little dream of me
