RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
It doesn't feel like it, Remi says, and again Ronin can only think on the words, question them rather than trying to argue with them. Because in the end if that's how Remi feels, then something has gone wrong along the way. No number of sweet moments and feigned first dates and whispers in the dark will change that. "Well," he says softly, quietly, and for the first time there's a whisper of something that sounds hopeful in his voice. "I want you to feel like it. If there's something you're not getting from me, I want to know, so I can change it."
Ronin can only close his eyes to hear about Sunjata. Hearing that explanation from the other man, of course he can understand the need for it to seem so real. "I suppose I just assumed... that you enjoyed it," he mutters. "But I never asked you. It makes sense, if you didn't, why you would want me to make sure you were alright." Rubbing at his eyes with the back of his palm, Ronin feels suddenly exhausted. "I didn't think it was my story to tell." It's a pitiful explanation, but it's all he's got. "There's so much that hasn't been said, though. And it's destroying us."
Ronin can only close his eyes to hear about Sunjata. Hearing that explanation from the other man, of course he can understand the need for it to seem so real. "I suppose I just assumed... that you enjoyed it," he mutters. "But I never asked you. It makes sense, if you didn't, why you would want me to make sure you were alright." Rubbing at his eyes with the back of his palm, Ronin feels suddenly exhausted. "I didn't think it was my story to tell." It's a pitiful explanation, but it's all he's got. "There's so much that hasn't been said, though. And it's destroying us."
show me your darkness.
