RONIN
Ronin's blue eyes darken at that - because agreement doesn't feel any better than hollow reassurances, honestly - and he rubs a hand across his forehead and through his damp hair while the snow continues to fall outside and cold air whispers about their ankles. "Mm, it packed a punch," he mutters, before shaking his head. "I'm glad Aurelia wasn't there for it. Though I do hope she's alright, whatever happened to her." That's a letter to send to Torchline tomorrow, he supposes.
Mumbling a thanks for the coffee that appears at his elbow, the Huntsman leans his forearms against the table and continues to examine the wood grain in fine detail. "We probably could have worked better as a team," he continues. "Maybe that would have helped with you feeling left out."
Mumbling a thanks for the coffee that appears at his elbow, the Huntsman leans his forearms against the table and continues to examine the wood grain in fine detail. "We probably could have worked better as a team," he continues. "Maybe that would have helped with you feeling left out."
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
