RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Ronin can't actually remember the last time he took someone home to his apartment, which probably explains why he's probably been accidentally huffing paint fumes to sleep at night. It's with a sheepish flash of teeth that he clicks the door shut behind them, starting to peel himself out of his leathers so he can deposit his jacket next to Remi's on the back of the sofa. "Sorry. I'll open a window, just a sec..." The couch might be short a dog, but that's probably not a bad thing given how much the hair would interrupt whatever Ronin has going on here.
"Mm...?" Turning after cracking a window to let in the night air, Remi will get a chance to see Ronin really, properly blush, the heat reaching all the way to the tips of his ears. Clearing his throat, he shrugs his shoulders. "It's just a hobby. I barely have the time for it, to be honest," he mutters, though if Remi goes looking at some of the completed canvases, it's a very different story indeed. A mix of portraits and city skylines in bursts of colour are interspersed between moodier pieces. Prolific would be a word for it.
"Drink?" he asks, very obviously trying to change the subject.
"Mm...?" Turning after cracking a window to let in the night air, Remi will get a chance to see Ronin really, properly blush, the heat reaching all the way to the tips of his ears. Clearing his throat, he shrugs his shoulders. "It's just a hobby. I barely have the time for it, to be honest," he mutters, though if Remi goes looking at some of the completed canvases, it's a very different story indeed. A mix of portraits and city skylines in bursts of colour are interspersed between moodier pieces. Prolific would be a word for it.
"Drink?" he asks, very obviously trying to change the subject.
show me your darkness.
