RONIN
Is it possible, to be exhausted even in a dream? Ronin doesn't know, but he certainly feels it. It's been a rough few days since his meeting - if you could call it that - with Cian, since the events with Remi and Finn, and he's been a little absent even in his subconscious. His dreams with his husband have been fleeting and troubling, sleep consistently evading the Star. Enough is enough, though, and his body finally flings him into a deep sleep where he can properly harness the abilities that let him dream with the Lullaby.
Ronin appears in a bleak, grey plane that swims uncertainly for a moment, before settling on a visage of the training grounds where he spends the most of his time these days. It appears as if painted in inks, stark black shapes towering overhead, and the Star squints up at them like he might just dismiss them with a thought. "Remi?" he calls, unable to keep the hope out of his voice.
Ronin appears in a bleak, grey plane that swims uncertainly for a moment, before settling on a visage of the training grounds where he spends the most of his time these days. It appears as if painted in inks, stark black shapes towering overhead, and the Star squints up at them like he might just dismiss them with a thought. "Remi?" he calls, unable to keep the hope out of his voice.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
