RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"Then I don't think I can go wrong, can I?" Ronin murmurs with a small but earnest smile, as if Remi's belief in him is all he needs to start working on this in earnest. He's so wrapped up in his show-and-tell that he nearly stumbles as his hip is nudged, clasping the musician all the closer to keep steady. "Maybe that's part of the reason I chose this one, in the end," he admits. He enjoys the drive to and from work across the bridge, but having a studio space right next door is definitely a bonus. An even bigger bonus given how close to Remi's place it is.
"Do you want to help me with the wall?" he asks with a flash of a smile, nodding at the spraypaint stacked in one corner. "You might need to take off that sweater though. I doubt it'll come out looking the same colour otherwise." And maybe he's trying to get Remi's shirt off. Maybe.
"Do you want to help me with the wall?" he asks with a flash of a smile, nodding at the spraypaint stacked in one corner. "You might need to take off that sweater though. I doubt it'll come out looking the same colour otherwise." And maybe he's trying to get Remi's shirt off. Maybe.
show me your darkness.
