RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Gods, maybe they could. For a moment Ronin can imagine it, curled up with Remi around a campfire, his arms a swathe of crimson feathers to wrap about the other man and keep him warm and safe, both of them hidden away from the world. "You still have an arm," he whispers into the Lullaby's hair. "I don't know yet what kind of state it's in, but it's there." If he had to look he would say it reminds him of the blight, but... he's not looking. Nope.
"A hole?" He barks out a laugh at that as well, Ronin nuzzling against the crown of Remi's head and letting out a bone tired sigh. "I could go for that, honestly." Because what the fuck else can they do, after this? As if realising that dawning sensation of next, Ronin laughs again, but this time it's an empty, quiet thing. "What now?" he whispers.
"A hole?" He barks out a laugh at that as well, Ronin nuzzling against the crown of Remi's head and letting out a bone tired sigh. "I could go for that, honestly." Because what the fuck else can they do, after this? As if realising that dawning sensation of next, Ronin laughs again, but this time it's an empty, quiet thing. "What now?" he whispers.
show me your darkness.
