RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"Aw, it got you a crown. You're a lil spooky prince." Ronin's voice is muffled, because he's busy eating a chicken leg at the same time. "What if you make a dolly of yourself and let the dolly wear a crown? Or you could have your astral projection wear it." Bouncing his eyebrows and leaning into the kiss smushed against his cheek, Ronin follows at his own pace, snagging a bread roll and a cooked sausage along the way.
And when Remi does approach the crown, all wraithy and ghost-like, the Huntsman rolls his eyes. "I got it, don't worry," he calls, bright and helpful. And, offering the sausage out for Remi to choke on occupy himself with make other phallic jokes about, Ronin grabs the glittery monstrosity and perches it atop his head. It looks jaunty, he thinks. "Beautiful. Grab some snacks, let's make a lantern?"
And when Remi does approach the crown, all wraithy and ghost-like, the Huntsman rolls his eyes. "I got it, don't worry," he calls, bright and helpful. And, offering the sausage out for Remi to choke on occupy himself with make other phallic jokes about, Ronin grabs the glittery monstrosity and perches it atop his head. It looks jaunty, he thinks. "Beautiful. Grab some snacks, let's make a lantern?"
show me your darkness.
