RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
The sun is dipping below Stormbreak's clifftops, and Ronin has been preparing things since it was high in the sky. Since he'd sent his letter, honestly. The scene in the small apartment is like a completed version of the one he'd arrived home to not two days before. Except this time the bunting is complete and hung up, as is the bright WELCOME HOME banner. The cake he's had to make again from scratch (and again, after he got distracted and ate the cake batter), but it's now garishly iced and sitting beneath a cover ready for Mateo to attack the second they get home.
If they get home.
When they get home.
Worrying his lower lip between his teeth, Ronin checks his reflection again for the tenth time, making sure he's presentable (i.e. he's showered, neatened up his beard and his hair, he's adorned a shirt and pants that aren't training worthy) and wonders whether he ought to have taken a nap. But would Remi want to arrive home naked? What if he was trying to get in touch.
"You're overthinking this," he informs his reflection.
If they get home.
When they get home.
Worrying his lower lip between his teeth, Ronin checks his reflection again for the tenth time, making sure he's presentable (i.e. he's showered, neatened up his beard and his hair, he's adorned a shirt and pants that aren't training worthy) and wonders whether he ought to have taken a nap. But would Remi want to arrive home naked? What if he was trying to get in touch.
"You're overthinking this," he informs his reflection.
show me your darkness.
