RONIN
Ronin couldn't see himself, but he knew his cheeks were flushed from Safrin's presence, from the mere memory of what had transpired between them. Bad enough that he had thought it was a dream, but the tattoos on his wrists said that she had very much been present, and that was... better? Worse? He had no idea.
He followed her gaze up to the sky, his fingers still brushing against the softly glowing blooms he'd brought as an offering. "I'm sorry," he said, sincere and ashamed. "I know, I..." His jaw clenched, Ronin trying to find the words.
"You're right, of course. I have fallen into a bad habit of simply asking things of you. Perhaps I can do something instead, work towards a solution myself. I'm able to sail the sky now, though not very high up..." Rubbing self-consciously at the back of his neck, Ronin finally dared to look at Safrin.
He followed her gaze up to the sky, his fingers still brushing against the softly glowing blooms he'd brought as an offering. "I'm sorry," he said, sincere and ashamed. "I know, I..." His jaw clenched, Ronin trying to find the words.
"You're right, of course. I have fallen into a bad habit of simply asking things of you. Perhaps I can do something instead, work towards a solution myself. I'm able to sail the sky now, though not very high up..." Rubbing self-consciously at the back of his neck, Ronin finally dared to look at Safrin.
one more wish for you
