RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"It's true. I feel like Ludo would be the type to switch seats throughout the performance. Or maybe it would want front row seats so it could throw tomatoes at the actors it didn't like." Ronin isn't certain, honestly, knowing relatively little about the herald compared to Safrin, but it seems like the raggedy god's vibe. Slipping his arms further around Remi in a bid to not think about Ludo too hard, Ronin smiles, very much able to remember ice skating shenanigans.
"I bet if we came back up here at Deepfrost it would be a ready made rink for us," he says, twirling them around as if to pretend there are skates beneath their feet. If that's not indication enough that he isn't in the mood for speeches or debates either, the soft kiss he presses to Remi's lips might do it. "Mm, well. Technically it's breakfast for me, still, but I will never say no to food."
So saying, Ronin pads back to the nimbus - fully intending to eat while they drift on a lazy tour around the Amphitheatre, and awaits his husband's company.
~FIN
"I bet if we came back up here at Deepfrost it would be a ready made rink for us," he says, twirling them around as if to pretend there are skates beneath their feet. If that's not indication enough that he isn't in the mood for speeches or debates either, the soft kiss he presses to Remi's lips might do it. "Mm, well. Technically it's breakfast for me, still, but I will never say no to food."
So saying, Ronin pads back to the nimbus - fully intending to eat while they drift on a lazy tour around the Amphitheatre, and awaits his husband's company.
~FIN
show me your darkness.
