Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
"Oh, shit. Sorry, I forgot your coat," Ronin mumbles as he spots Remi swaggering out in his towel, turning to lead them back in the opposite direction so the wendigo can dress in more than his birthday suit and a pair of shoes. "I will be, I hope. I'm just tired and I need a drink," he says of being okay, letting his shoulders sag a little as they reach the discarded trench coat.
"Is your hand okay?" he asks, retrieving the garment and holding it out for Remi to shrug into, all the while checking the stadium for any signs of further bullshit. Only when Remi is dressed (ish) does Ronin grasp his shoulders suddenly, searching out too pale eyes under the stadium spotlights. "Don't ever call for her, okay?" he says. "Not even if it feels like nothing. Not even if you think you're doing it for me."
"Is your hand okay?" he asks, retrieving the garment and holding it out for Remi to shrug into, all the while checking the stadium for any signs of further bullshit. Only when Remi is dressed (ish) does Ronin grasp his shoulders suddenly, searching out too pale eyes under the stadium spotlights. "Don't ever call for her, okay?" he says. "Not even if it feels like nothing. Not even if you think you're doing it for me."
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
