RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Ronin is all riled up to be outraged when it hits him. That Remi is completely and absolutely right. That it's been a privilege to fuck away his problems, to engage with a world like Stormbreak and all that it has to offer. He sits up a little more, shifting to the edge of the bed to gaze at his husband, but as he's about to speak Remi slips in the little tidbit about Isla.
"Huh? Oh. Okay," he says, and there's a simple and sweet acceptance in the words that might have been funny if it weren't for the dire straits they find themselves in. Because it is okay, and just like that... if that's all it takes, Ronin really has no excuse. And so, ashamed of himself and rubbing at his eyes as the other man continues, at last he feels like he has something to speak up about.
"I haven't been pretending to see someone else," he says, his tone softly imploring. "I know that's what you are. But it's not all you are. I look at you and I see the man with ink and charcoal on his sleeves. The man who likes to make things, who dunks his sandwiches in wine - which is still fundamentally wrong, by the way - and throws rocks at Hels when he thinks one has stolen his wedding ring."
Sniffing and wiping at his eyes, Ronin shrugs. "I've just been seeing him less and less lately. And I know why, and I know it's not your fault. I just fucking miss you, okay?"
"Huh? Oh. Okay," he says, and there's a simple and sweet acceptance in the words that might have been funny if it weren't for the dire straits they find themselves in. Because it is okay, and just like that... if that's all it takes, Ronin really has no excuse. And so, ashamed of himself and rubbing at his eyes as the other man continues, at last he feels like he has something to speak up about.
"I haven't been pretending to see someone else," he says, his tone softly imploring. "I know that's what you are. But it's not all you are. I look at you and I see the man with ink and charcoal on his sleeves. The man who likes to make things, who dunks his sandwiches in wine - which is still fundamentally wrong, by the way - and throws rocks at Hels when he thinks one has stolen his wedding ring."
Sniffing and wiping at his eyes, Ronin shrugs. "I've just been seeing him less and less lately. And I know why, and I know it's not your fault. I just fucking miss you, okay?"
show me your darkness.
