there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
It isn't instinct but choice that has Ronin's arm reaching up to slip around Safrin's waist, his eyes slipping shut when it becomes evident that he doesn't need to see to understand what is going on. Every pulse of his heartbeat is star bright, every word from the goddess's ear a comet striking against his consciousness. He nods, the warmth and chill of her presence seeming more than merely from the inches of distance she's eliminated between them.
"It never meant nothing to me," he murmurs, but he knows what she means. "But I will make sure the rest of Caido knows that as well." Opening his eyes again at last, he gazes upon his lady of the stars with a renewed purpose, feeling a smile beginning to curl at the corners of his lips. "I will see you soon?"
"It never meant nothing to me," he murmurs, but he knows what she means. "But I will make sure the rest of Caido knows that as well." Opening his eyes again at last, he gazes upon his lady of the stars with a renewed purpose, feeling a smile beginning to curl at the corners of his lips. "I will see you soon?"
RONIN
