RONIN
kiss your perfect day goodbye
Fair Verona's where we lay our scene, in fact, but Venice is close enough. Anyway. Something Remi doesn't know about Ronin yet - but that he will soon learn - is that he adores the theatre, and there's absolutely nothing nefarious about him being here to enjoy the show. That isn't, of course, to say that nefarious deeds won't take place nonetheless, but they'll be par for the course rather than intentional, you understand.
As the angel makes his thoroughly angelic entrance, Ronin glances up from the parlour bar where he's been nursing a glass of wine and watching the crowd with an expression that wants to be bored but an intensity that ruins it entirely. It's not as though he has to try to sense the divine presence, after all. Casually flicking to the end of the book he's been pretending to read (someone left it at the bar) and tearing out the last page, he rises to his feet.
"Reconsidered, did you?" He drawls, tucking the ending of someone's story away in the inside pocket of his dark suit.
As the angel makes his thoroughly angelic entrance, Ronin glances up from the parlour bar where he's been nursing a glass of wine and watching the crowd with an expression that wants to be bored but an intensity that ruins it entirely. It's not as though he has to try to sense the divine presence, after all. Casually flicking to the end of the book he's been pretending to read (someone left it at the bar) and tearing out the last page, he rises to his feet.
"Reconsidered, did you?" He drawls, tucking the ending of someone's story away in the inside pocket of his dark suit.
because the world is on fire
