Safrin
It's why I have never frowned too much at your bursts of anger. She points out. Unlike Vi, Safrin did not deal with beautiful things forced to be free of imperfections. She loved Ronin for his fire, dark as it could be at times.
As he raises her hand to his lips, Safrin's head tilts slightly to the side as she watches him, watching her. Sliding her fingers forward to press them against his cheek, Safrin rubs her thumb gently across his skin. Ronin looked older and more tired now than he had when they'd first met at the glade, and Safrin? She looked exactly the same, though perhaps her features were now clouded by the complications of their past. Her lips just as beautiful, but stained somehow. Her body as fragile and powerful, but smudged by the fact that she'd already been held by this man already. By others, too.
Speaking of...
"I'm sure you've heard Sunjata is taking some time away...perhaps you could look in on him every now and then? Make sure he hasn't succumbed entirely to the wilderness?"
As he raises her hand to his lips, Safrin's head tilts slightly to the side as she watches him, watching her. Sliding her fingers forward to press them against his cheek, Safrin rubs her thumb gently across his skin. Ronin looked older and more tired now than he had when they'd first met at the glade, and Safrin? She looked exactly the same, though perhaps her features were now clouded by the complications of their past. Her lips just as beautiful, but stained somehow. Her body as fragile and powerful, but smudged by the fact that she'd already been held by this man already. By others, too.
Speaking of...
"I'm sure you've heard Sunjata is taking some time away...perhaps you could look in on him every now and then? Make sure he hasn't succumbed entirely to the wilderness?"
