RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Remi moves as if to drift into Ronin's arms and the Star turns as if to welcome him; the cut-off gesture leaves them both awkwardly orbiting one another instead, and Ronin positions himself before the stairs with a nod that tries to be decisive. It fails, of course, and the Star stars to climb the stairs before they can do anything else to drive each other mad. "Upstairs," he echoes, giving his attention over to the step that creaks (one before the top) and the banister smoothed by years of hands gliding over it.
The stairs lead off into a small entrance space, but doors open into a large, sunlit living area and a shady couple of bedrooms. It's to the former that Ronin walks, dappled in golden light to gaze at the bare space, its kitchenette and its large windows that open out onto the plaza. "...I really like this," he murmurs, glancing over his shoulder to his husband. "It's smaller than the cottage, bigger than the wagon. Tiny, compared to the guildhall. But I like it a lot."
The stairs lead off into a small entrance space, but doors open into a large, sunlit living area and a shady couple of bedrooms. It's to the former that Ronin walks, dappled in golden light to gaze at the bare space, its kitchenette and its large windows that open out onto the plaza. "...I really like this," he murmurs, glancing over his shoulder to his husband. "It's smaller than the cottage, bigger than the wagon. Tiny, compared to the guildhall. But I like it a lot."
show me your darkness.
