we live in a world someone else imagined
Nothing had stopped Ronin before, from responding to a note or meeting with a friend. But that was before, and as of late the Dark Star’s own mind had been a traitorous thing, persuading him that he was alright only to turn around and bite him unexpectedly. Regardless, he had forced himself outside to go and meet with Amalia, owing her more than he could reasonably put into words.
So he didn’t bother with words as he approached, taking a silent seat beside her on the outcropping of stone. Reaching out to wrap an arm around her, he pulled the Shield against him in a tight hug, nose buried against her hair. ”I’m glad you’re here,” he mumbled.
So he didn’t bother with words as he approached, taking a silent seat beside her on the outcropping of stone. Reaching out to wrap an arm around her, he pulled the Shield against him in a tight hug, nose buried against her hair. ”I’m glad you’re here,” he mumbled.
the dark star
