cut our teeth and make our bones right here

Ronin

welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies

"Oh sure I can," Ronin scoffs, "right up until those dozens of pairs of eyes in the trees come back for me and haul me off into the dark. I suppose you'll be happy then though, because finally you'll be left completely alone." It's fear of the inevitable that sharpens his words now, because where Remi merely sees a deer skull with engravings along the antlers, Ronin sees his entire youth and the deep scars that go with it.

So as Remi decides a great deal about the hunter and lets him in on very little of it, Ronin is far too wrapped up in amorphous shapes, silver knives bound in rawhide and the lord of the wild things to take the bait. So instead, little more than a quiet "Fuck you," escapes his lips, and he turns to stalk away into the dark treeline, pulling his scarf up over his nose and mouth.

Turns out he is pretty cold without his coat. Funny, that.

sink into the wasteland underneath
stay for the night, I'll sell you a dream

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!