RONIN
kiss your perfect day goodbye
The second the final nail is dragged from his wing, everything about Ronin seems to relax, and even though he's a demon with his hands bound by angelic cord, on his knees on hallowed ground to boot, he seems overwhelmingly content. "The gelato tastes better anyway," he murmurs, his head tilting up to enjoy the patter of rain on his face, ebon wings draped comfortably out behind him.
Glancing bitterly at the two nails, he wrinkles his nose and shakes his head a fraction. "You keep them," he suggests. "You can show them to your adultier adults if anyone comes knocking after me." And they probably will, if his luck holds true. For now, though, he's caught by the purr of thunder overhead. "This one's going to be a good one," he says of the storm.
Glancing bitterly at the two nails, he wrinkles his nose and shakes his head a fraction. "You keep them," he suggests. "You can show them to your adultier adults if anyone comes knocking after me." And they probably will, if his luck holds true. For now, though, he's caught by the purr of thunder overhead. "This one's going to be a good one," he says of the storm.
because the world is on fire
