RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
His Ronin is actually trying to figure out how long it would take to walk from this maybe-new-home to the stall where they'd gotten toast and sausages, even if he looks like a brooding baron whilst he does it. Still, eventually he scoffs over his shoulder at Remi, but he's unable to really deny it. "I hate how easily I accepted it," he admits. "Back then, as friendly as I wanted to be with everyone, I still didn't question that kind of divide."
Not now, evidently, given that he's lived as a king and a homeless person both, and it's all he can do not to stroll back over to his husband as he sees him in the empty space. There are far too many strings pulling at them, and as the Lullaby expresses a desire to pull back from these weighty sorts of subjects, Ronin can only agree. So he does approach Remi, his hand held back out to lead him downstairs. "What do think of this place?" he asks. "Shall I do some poking around and see if we can have it?"
Not now, evidently, given that he's lived as a king and a homeless person both, and it's all he can do not to stroll back over to his husband as he sees him in the empty space. There are far too many strings pulling at them, and as the Lullaby expresses a desire to pull back from these weighty sorts of subjects, Ronin can only agree. So he does approach Remi, his hand held back out to lead him downstairs. "What do think of this place?" he asks. "Shall I do some poking around and see if we can have it?"
show me your darkness.
