RONIN
the supernova
light is easy to love.
Still feeling guilt burning in his throat like acid, at the tapping at the window and Remi's attending to it, Ronin has no choice but to swallow the emotions down in lieu of whatever craziness has been delivered to their little boat. "You are the only person who can interest me in anything these days," he says with an indulgent smile, allowing himself to be the anchor for Remi to twirl himself out to snag the note.
Clucking at the raven to tell it to scram - if they let it stay he knows it will be expecting a reply to take immediately, and he's in no mood for that - Ronin slips his arms around Remi from behind so he might rest his chin on his husband's shoulder and scan the letter. "Not fanmail? Disappointing," he mumbles, furrowing his brow as he reads the Forsaken's note.
"Is there a polite way of saying absolutely nothing?" He winces, because that's the truth of it. No further information about Starfall, no further updates about Dahlia, and Ronin hasn't bothered to even check the whole void creature situation in Torchline.
Clucking at the raven to tell it to scram - if they let it stay he knows it will be expecting a reply to take immediately, and he's in no mood for that - Ronin slips his arms around Remi from behind so he might rest his chin on his husband's shoulder and scan the letter. "Not fanmail? Disappointing," he mumbles, furrowing his brow as he reads the Forsaken's note.
"Is there a polite way of saying absolutely nothing?" He winces, because that's the truth of it. No further information about Starfall, no further updates about Dahlia, and Ronin hasn't bothered to even check the whole void creature situation in Torchline.
show me your darkness.
