RONIN
the supernova
light is easy to love.
"Hmm," Ronin responds, uncharacteristically lacking in wit and charm and small-talk, but given the events of the past few days, it isn't much surprising. He's a time bomb walking beneath the shield of one of Remi's wings, cold fingers laced with the Lullaby's, his blue eyes fixed on nothing. Only when people get too close is he at risk of detonation, and in a crowd like this, said risk is higher than it might be otherwise.
Indeed, as an over eager Dragoon announces his presence, he's rewarded by being shoulder-checked by the Nova, Ronin tugging Remi closer against him and scowling, as if the expression alone will be enough to keep people at bay. I love you too. The words come with a flush of fiery warmth, and were he not convinced it would draw yet more attention, he'd be crowned with antlers by now.
Are we close?
Indeed, as an over eager Dragoon announces his presence, he's rewarded by being shoulder-checked by the Nova, Ronin tugging Remi closer against him and scowling, as if the expression alone will be enough to keep people at bay. I love you too. The words come with a flush of fiery warmth, and were he not convinced it would draw yet more attention, he'd be crowned with antlers by now.
Are we close?
show me your darkness.
