RONIN
I'm on the roof.
~R
~R
Mateo is fast asleep. Maybe Remi is as well - Ronin can never be sure, these days, if his husband is sleeping soundly or hosting a meeting in his dreams. Either way, slumber eludes the Star, and that has him (perhaps uncharacteristically, perhaps not) clambering out through their bedroom window and up onto the slanted rooftops.
A Cheshire cat moon grins overhead, bathing the Pacifist Plaza in pale light - and although Ronin can hear a strange hissing, a chittering he recognises from somewhere deep in the back of his mind - the Star's eyes are on the sky. The warrior constellation shines directly overhead here, and Ronin shines right back at it.
Not his dazzle, no - shed of their velvet (and there's still a smear of blood on Ronin's temple from the last of it), his luxere antlers glow hauntingly through the night, flagging the Taliesin family home from any other.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
