RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
The crown goes floating away and Ronin can't help but watch it, though he doesn't dare question where it thinks its going. Because honestly, it's probably Ludo. Actually, when the victim of the new crown finds himself pantsless (and boy does Locke regret not wearing underwear now, he thinks), he decides it's absolutely, definitely Ludo. With a soft snort, he turns back to his lantern-that-isn't, the thing already covered in juice and cream and gods knew what else.
"You know," he says to Remi conversationally, "some would consider that a challenge. The only thing you can do to show him who's boss is to pull your own pants down." Turning to the wraith at his side, he furrows his brow. "Maybe not like that, though. Nobody needs to see that."
"You know," he says to Remi conversationally, "some would consider that a challenge. The only thing you can do to show him who's boss is to pull your own pants down." Turning to the wraith at his side, he furrows his brow. "Maybe not like that, though. Nobody needs to see that."
show me your darkness.
