I shouldn't laugh, but I know I'm a failure in your eyes
Is there? Ronin wants to say. Does there have to be? Why tarnish something pure with hierarchies? But obviously he remains silent in the throes of her words, though as she glides into his grip his arms encircle her. The only dancing they might do here is on the edge of galaxies, under rings of burning starlight, and yet the way they stand together isn't lost on him. "It is as you said - I am a demi-man as well as a demi-god. Please do not hate me for my love," he whispers, and he regards her with eyes gone suddenly misty.
"I can't help the way I feel," he says with a shake of his head, though if anything he only strives to clasp her closer. "I am yours, though. In all the ways that I can be. And I am sorry that isn't enough. I will always be sorry for that. And it won't lessen the love I do hold for you, or the ways I try to show it."
"I can't help the way I feel," he says with a shake of his head, though if anything he only strives to clasp her closer. "I am yours, though. In all the ways that I can be. And I am sorry that isn't enough. I will always be sorry for that. And it won't lessen the love I do hold for you, or the ways I try to show it."
RONIN
