RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"I wasn't challenging you at all - but if you want to speak fast to me just for the hell of it, I'll be your sounding board," Ronin quips, pulling into his parking space and killing the engine. Like his counterpart, he also misses the noise of it, and he slips off his helmet with a breath of air that suggests he's already missing the high stakes and roar of machinery. "Oh? Where is your show next week? I'll make sure to come along to it". And he means it - no need for will-they-won't-they texts this time.
Climbing off the bike, Ronin will probably blame the adrenaline for what happens next, but he'd probably have done it anyway. Leaning in before Remi can get himself off the bike as well, he's pressing his lips against the musician's, caring not one iota for the fact that he's chosent the fluorescent-lit backdrop of an underground parking lot for their makeout session.
Climbing off the bike, Ronin will probably blame the adrenaline for what happens next, but he'd probably have done it anyway. Leaning in before Remi can get himself off the bike as well, he's pressing his lips against the musician's, caring not one iota for the fact that he's chosent the fluorescent-lit backdrop of an underground parking lot for their makeout session.
show me your darkness.
