gratuitous violence; unnecessary, satisfying, heartbreaking
Having a goddess call you wonderful feels exactly as one might imagine, and Ronin is quite literally dazzling in Safrin's embrace, his body relaxing even as his mind refuses to do such a thing. "I must be more stubborn than I gave myself credit," he admits with a small chuckle.
His heart skips a beat beneath her hand, Ronin's brows furrowing together as he listens. "I was good at trickery and misdirection once, but I prefer a more direct approach these days," he says quietly, nodding, and as he meets his goddess's eyes, it's with fresh determination in them.
"I would ask that we give the Ascended and their ilk - demigod, hybrid, however they might present themselves - the same treatment that the Hollowed Grounds showed the Order," he says. "Whatever they believed once should be true now. They set foot in Stormbreak, they perish."
His heart skips a beat beneath her hand, Ronin's brows furrowing together as he listens. "I was good at trickery and misdirection once, but I prefer a more direct approach these days," he says quietly, nodding, and as he meets his goddess's eyes, it's with fresh determination in them.
"I would ask that we give the Ascended and their ilk - demigod, hybrid, however they might present themselves - the same treatment that the Hollowed Grounds showed the Order," he says. "Whatever they believed once should be true now. They set foot in Stormbreak, they perish."
RONIN
