RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"She was flirting with you?" Ronin furrows his brow, and it's not yet Leafchange but he can still be irritable about it, especially given that the nature of this woman's version of flirting has left deep lacerations all over his husband's body. He hums an apology against Remi's neck only for his lips to be caught again, Ronin shifting and bracing his hands against the arms of the Lullaby's seat so the other man might not have to hunch over so much.
"That's exactly what I mean," he whispers, almost feverish with it. "Hit them hard, hit them all together, and hit them now. We waited for one war, and I don't know that I feel I can wait for another." Anyone looking at Ronin might well be able to say that the Nova isn't thinking clearly or acting as rationally as he normally might, but under the circumstances, he refuses to take the blame for that.
"That's exactly what I mean," he whispers, almost feverish with it. "Hit them hard, hit them all together, and hit them now. We waited for one war, and I don't know that I feel I can wait for another." Anyone looking at Ronin might well be able to say that the Nova isn't thinking clearly or acting as rationally as he normally might, but under the circumstances, he refuses to take the blame for that.
show me your darkness.
