the things we hold are always the first to go
Mussing up her hair after kissing it, Ronin rose to his feet and shrugged his shoulders. "I don't care if you think you suck at it. You always help, and I always appreciate it," he said warmly, shooting her a smile that was all him, no charm or guise to mask the way he felt. "Demanding me back from the gods went more than okay - don't you ever forget that. You are the reason I'm standing here today, Ashetta Yla. I'm not going to waste your gift."
He offered her a hand up, barking out a laugh at the prospect of a plan. "Yeah, right. It can't work, Ashe. It's an accident waiting to happen, but it's what was dumped on me and it's what I have to deal with now. I'd prefer not to talk about it, honestly."
He offered her a hand up, barking out a laugh at the prospect of a plan. "Yeah, right. It can't work, Ashe. It's an accident waiting to happen, but it's what was dumped on me and it's what I have to deal with now. I'd prefer not to talk about it, honestly."
