you are terrifying and strange and beautiful
He had whispered her name before sleep, as he had promised. And perhaps it's that which has her name soaring through his dreams, but Ronin doubts it. He'll barely twitch in his slumber, such is his mental fatigue (if not physical), rising blissfully into the deep, warm hues of the night sky. He feels almost cradled like this, just as he had when he would fish for stars with Vanya, when they both lived up in Safrin's cosmos. With those memories fresh in his mind, it will be with a warm smile that he greets his goddess, sinking down gratefully onto the blanket.
"I appreciate it. I wouldn't want to be tired and grumpy for you," he says, his tone mildly teasing, seating himself comfortably beside her. It doesn't take long before his expression grows serious, though. "I am sorry, about Sunjata," he murmurs, assuming this is the reason for the call. "I didn't know what would happen when I used my supernova... It could have killed him or saved him. If I disappointed you, I will try to make up for it."
"I appreciate it. I wouldn't want to be tired and grumpy for you," he says, his tone mildly teasing, seating himself comfortably beside her. It doesn't take long before his expression grows serious, though. "I am sorry, about Sunjata," he murmurs, assuming this is the reason for the call. "I didn't know what would happen when I used my supernova... It could have killed him or saved him. If I disappointed you, I will try to make up for it."
The huntsman
