there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
"Mm, it doesn't make much sense when you put it like that, does it?" Ronin agrees softly. "But I have never spent any time with you before, not properly. I don't think it's true that I don't like you, either. Especially not after today. How could I dislike someone with such impeccable taste in gifts for Safrin?" he ventures with a raise of his eyebrows, though he doubts at this stage in things it will do much to lay a balm on the wounds he has (inadvertently but also completely on purpose) caused.
"Maybe if I was better it wouldn't itch so much either," he says, though as the lie slips out, whether he believes it or not, the Huntsman obliges her. Nodding, he straightens up once more and offers her his hand, reaching back to push open the door. "Alright. Let's leave our offerings, and I will take you to see the Court of the Stars."
"Maybe if I was better it wouldn't itch so much either," he says, though as the lie slips out, whether he believes it or not, the Huntsman obliges her. Nodding, he straightens up once more and offers her his hand, reaching back to push open the door. "Alright. Let's leave our offerings, and I will take you to see the Court of the Stars."
RONIN
