Safrin
"Then perhaps he needs a friendly voice to persuade him," Ronin suggests, dark though the train of thought may be. But with all that has come and gone between he and Sunjata, Nate has caused nothing but grief in his life as of late. Still waters run deep, and when it comes to the Ascended, those waters are also filled with blood. "Maybe I could lend an ear when I visit to check on him."
Safrin's smile is slow, but not unaffectionate. "All these different sorts of love, yes." She agrees with a whisper. "But there is a hierarchy to them. A brightness. Only one of your loves ever tries to dim what you feel for me." She points out as his fingers find purchase against the fabric of her dress, gliding her toward him. Reaching her arms to loop them about his neck as if they are about to dance, Safrin listens to all that Ronin has to say with the expression of one who is holding her breath. Or perhaps waiting for a proposal.
"And in a room filled with more than just the gods and heralds?" She wonders softly, knowing the answer already. Her fingers press softly against his neck, stroking the skin just behind his ear and following it down the curve of his jaw. "We both know in such a room, you would indeed stray from my side." Safrin finishes, peering up at Ronin with starbright eyes that are as condemned by the truth of what she says as hopeful that she might be wrong.
"I understand your love for Remi. You cannot blame me for thinking you deserve better. For wanting to be your first choice, as you are mine."
Safrin's smile is slow, but not unaffectionate. "All these different sorts of love, yes." She agrees with a whisper. "But there is a hierarchy to them. A brightness. Only one of your loves ever tries to dim what you feel for me." She points out as his fingers find purchase against the fabric of her dress, gliding her toward him. Reaching her arms to loop them about his neck as if they are about to dance, Safrin listens to all that Ronin has to say with the expression of one who is holding her breath. Or perhaps waiting for a proposal.
"And in a room filled with more than just the gods and heralds?" She wonders softly, knowing the answer already. Her fingers press softly against his neck, stroking the skin just behind his ear and following it down the curve of his jaw. "We both know in such a room, you would indeed stray from my side." Safrin finishes, peering up at Ronin with starbright eyes that are as condemned by the truth of what she says as hopeful that she might be wrong.
"I understand your love for Remi. You cannot blame me for thinking you deserve better. For wanting to be your first choice, as you are mine."
