there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
Ronin hates this, and he can't help but not hate it at the same time. The way the girl looks up at him has his throat growing tight and his eyes pricking at the corners, and the fact that she's gazing at him with Remi's eyes is the final razorblade he has to choke on. Swallowing hard, he offers her a smile that's surprising in its warmth, even to himself. Nodding, he admires the garish, tacky little brooch and nods
"I don't see how she couldn't love it," he says, though he's neither talking about Safrin nor the trinket. "Come on. I think I will get those flowers and that vase. Then we can go to the Aumakua together to make the offering? What do you think?"
"I don't see how she couldn't love it," he says, though he's neither talking about Safrin nor the trinket. "Come on. I think I will get those flowers and that vase. Then we can go to the Aumakua together to make the offering? What do you think?"
RONIN
