it's fine to fake it 'till you make it
Whatever he might have expected from her then, Ronin will feel Safrin's lips pressed softly and perhaps a touch chastely against the stubble on his cheek. As the pair enter into yet another stage of their relationship, the herald seems determined to start them off on the right foot this time, as it were. "To that end...I would rather not hear of you spoken as the Huntsman any longer." Safrin says, pulling herself back somewhat to gaze at Ronin. "But you are now no longer just a star...Fallen or otherwise. To me and the rest of Caido..you shall be a supernova."
Untangling one of her arms from around his neck, Safrin's palm rests gently on the Supernova's jawline where her thumb can tease at the boyish smile forming on the corner of his lips. "I hope so. Perhaps you might come say hello at my shrine in the mountains?" Which was her way of confirming that he could indeed stay in the Cordillera.
Untangling one of her arms from around his neck, Safrin's palm rests gently on the Supernova's jawline where her thumb can tease at the boyish smile forming on the corner of his lips. "I hope so. Perhaps you might come say hello at my shrine in the mountains?" Which was her way of confirming that he could indeed stay in the Cordillera.
'till you do. 'till it's true.
