Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
"Makes a change from my blood," Ronin points out, "if you can even call what came out of you blood." Jamming his free hand in his pocket, at least with gloves and layers the hunter isn't feeling the bite of the cold either, and if nothing else he can cheer himself up by watching Remi stalk around looking silly in his coat. It doesn't work as well as he hopes, alas.
At first when the other man asks his question, Ronin can't give much more than a snort and a "You wouldn't believe it anyway," but of course there's too much rattling around in his mind to keep it at bay for long. Pinching at the bridge of his nose, he eventually shrugs in a way that feels resigned.
"Changelings don't just stop being what they are because they grow up," he says. "Doesn't matter what we might want to do or be. We're bound to whatever took us. Only maybe I ran away, and threw my lot in with a literal faerie godmother instead." Except now he's been found, and well, it was good while it lasted? Maybe?
At first when the other man asks his question, Ronin can't give much more than a snort and a "You wouldn't believe it anyway," but of course there's too much rattling around in his mind to keep it at bay for long. Pinching at the bridge of his nose, he eventually shrugs in a way that feels resigned.
"Changelings don't just stop being what they are because they grow up," he says. "Doesn't matter what we might want to do or be. We're bound to whatever took us. Only maybe I ran away, and threw my lot in with a literal faerie godmother instead." Except now he's been found, and well, it was good while it lasted? Maybe?
sink into the wasteland underneath
stay for the night, I'll sell you a dream
stay for the night, I'll sell you a dream
