I swear I never dream that we're alone
Something dark and twisted churned inside Ronin at the snippy remark from Remi; he knew he was her father, having lived through the whole unhappy evening of it. "I'd prefer if you just screamed at me than this," he muttered. His partner might be trying to contain himself, but what did slip through was either muted or barbed, and none of it felt at all authentic. At least if Ronin got to see the way he knew Remi was feeling, instead of watching him try to hide it, then...
Then what? Would that really make it any better.
"Oh you know. Promises that she would darken my soul to something unrecognisable, the usual," he muttered. "I don't know what now. I came to see you to try and figure that out. I don't want this to..." Affect you? Change things between us? Both were laughable.
"I should probably go back."
Then what? Would that really make it any better.
"Oh you know. Promises that she would darken my soul to something unrecognisable, the usual," he muttered. "I don't know what now. I came to see you to try and figure that out. I don't want this to..." Affect you? Change things between us? Both were laughable.
"I should probably go back."
the dark star
