the things we hold are always the first to go
The warmth of her presence was like sitting by a fire after years in the freezing cold; Ronin swore that some part of him thawed and melted at the sound of her voice. ”I choose to all the same,” he murmured in a voice surprisingly heavy with emotion. He closed his eyes to relish the feel of her fingers in his hair, the hunter drawing in a stuttered breath and finally raising his gaze to behold his goddess. Safrin was radiant and ethereal, Ronin caught up in her beauty in a way he could hardly find the words to describe.
”No, they’re not... I feel great,” he said somewhat lamely, belatedly realising that this was as a result of Safrin’s return to health. ”Well. I feel great physically. But I... there are some things that happened... things that I did when I was blighted. I don’t know how to come to terms with it.”
”No, they’re not... I feel great,” he said somewhat lamely, belatedly realising that this was as a result of Safrin’s return to health. ”Well. I feel great physically. But I... there are some things that happened... things that I did when I was blighted. I don’t know how to come to terms with it.”
