morumana
Palatine Of The Mist
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mood: Bittersweet
location: ???
outfit: Casual
fun fact: Left-Handed
location: ???
outfit: Casual
fun fact: Left-Handed
Han Ronan
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Although he had made their reunion sweet, as Dagan opened his mouth, Ronan’s fake smile grew to be a blank slate, listening and watching him as he began to refuse. To try and get away despite his condition. Ronan had been living a lie, a sham. And though he was conflicted, he couldn’t just gloss it over. Reaching for the others leg again, he squeezed the wound he’d made with the knife previously. Digging his nails into the tender spot as his expression morphed between all sorts of negatives. Swiftly, he'd turn his head to burn down the drone, buying some time before more showed up. He turned around again.
“Do you think you get that choice?” he asked, pulling him back towards himself as he again trapped him into a hug. Voice softened as he again cradled his head underneath his chin. A low rasp as he leaned next to his ear. “I’ll break your leg if you try to run.” he let out. Calm and smooth as butter as he shut his eyes for a moment. “I’ll take you where I go to get fixed up, nobody will know a thing. Okay?” He insisted, continuing to hold Dagan by the injury. Feeling as something wet dripped down the length of his arm.
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